tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17525267286420320752018-03-15T17:01:27.060+05:30Bored InsideThe blog about obscurity of life and randomness of the human brain all in one place.Akshat Mnoreply@blogger.comBlogger104125BoredInsidehttps://feedburner.google.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-86621697961847930902018-02-25T21:59:00.000+05:302018-02-25T22:01:36.382+05:30Anime That Made Me (almost) Cry <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-Z59jwldX0/WpLNMyDVP8I/AAAAAAABeyY/PzRTXabqez80x_e4xAn_TLIIcJByYe5MgCLcBGAs/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="580" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-Z59jwldX0/WpLNMyDVP8I/AAAAAAABeyY/PzRTXabqez80x_e4xAn_TLIIcJByYe5MgCLcBGAs/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" /></a></div><h3 style="text-align: left;">DEVILMAN CRYBABY</h3>Let's start this off with the anime I watched most recently, and the one that got me closest to tears. Said to be the anime that inspired Berserk, Evangelion and other tragic anime. And when you start watching, it's not hard to figure out why. The twisted and dark themes provide a satisfying ending.<br /><br />Devilman Crybaby is about Akira Fudo, who with the help of his childhood best friend Ryou, has been turned into a devil to save humanity from malevolent demons. He's become a devil with the heart of a human. A contradiction and an enigma. The animation style is vibrant and flows from frame to frame like a brush in ink. It's adapted by the same person from the second entry in this list - Ping Pong The Animation.<br /><br />Devilman Crybaby starts of hyper-violent and a gorefest with strong erotic scenes. But they only start to increase the sense of impending doom rather than hype you up like most violent anime. The themes are so deeply and subtly ingrained that even the edgiest scenes have an impact. This is coming from the director who has the opening reveal the end of the anime without you even noticing it, so you know he can subvert your expectations.<br /><br />Even before the end of Devilman Crybaby, you're left depressed and broken. So the ending is as much tragic as it is satisfying. Suddenly you see the entire show for what it was. The things you thought it about were never possible. Why Akira's existence was a paradox, and why his goal was unachievable. <b>The reason why it's called Devilman Crybaby is that by the end it's you who's the crybaby.&nbsp;</b><br /><iframe allow="autoplay; encrypted-media" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="281" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ww06yGPM7Kc" width="500"></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /><h3 style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N-mJC-WC0kM/WpLRFD5eJtI/AAAAAAABeyk/V2fOv1KgaKQKy2eCLw_Zh5zp-hHWszzoACLcBGAs/s1600/PING%2BPONG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="580" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N-mJC-WC0kM/WpLRFD5eJtI/AAAAAAABeyk/V2fOv1KgaKQKy2eCLw_Zh5zp-hHWszzoACLcBGAs/s1600/PING%2BPONG.jpg" /></a>PING PONG THE ANIMATION</h3>Yes, Ping Pong The Animation is a dull title.<br />Yes, it is about Ping Pong.<br />Yes, it's not about Ping Pong.<br />My first thought after the first few episodes of Ping Pong The Animation was <b>"Why is an anime about Ping Pong making me feel things?" </b>and by the end, I knew exactly why.<br />Ping Pong is a show about two childhood best friends who couldn't be more polar opposites of each if they tried. But their dynamic works. The show isn't about Ping Pong at all, at its core, it's a show about Zen. The different characters in the show trying to reach Nirvana, with a little help from one of the protagonists. He guides them with robotic precision and without so much as one word. He is a machine, a monster, an enlightened soul.<br /><br />Ping Pong has one of the most distinct animation styles, but if you can either get past it or like it from the get-go, then you're in for a visual treat. Characters move like the emotions they're&nbsp;feeling. One minute they're dragons, moving at the pace of lightning, and the next second they're slow rusty pits of sadness.<br /><br />Ping Pong isn't a sad or a tragic anime. But it tugs at just the right heartstrings at just the right points to elicit emotions you didn't know you could feel while watching a Sports Anime. Ping Pong isn't a show you can watch while looking into your phone or while doing some other work. It demands your focus, but it also rewards it with a better understanding of your self by the time you're done.<br /><iframe allow="autoplay; encrypted-media" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="285" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BcSuAhbtIFg?rel=0&amp;controls=0" width="500"></iframe><br /><br /><br /><h3 style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQlRk-8SqQo/WpLT81mLSgI/AAAAAAABey0/PtUq111BALEMy6OuOJK1RP9Ku6598ZuWACLcBGAs/s1600/FMA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="580" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQlRk-8SqQo/WpLT81mLSgI/AAAAAAABey0/PtUq111BALEMy6OuOJK1RP9Ku6598ZuWACLcBGAs/s1600/FMA.jpg" /></a><br />FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST</h3>Anyone who has watched the barest amount of Anime hasn't escaped the name of Fullmetal Alchemist. It's one of the top gateway anyway for someone new to the medium. And I think a major reason for that is that it encompasses emotions with such ease. Most people aren't aware of the power of the medium before they encounter a show that completely changes the way they thought about anime. Fullmetal Alchemist has action, comedy, suspense. But its the close bond between its characters and how they grow as the show progresses that really sets the show apart. The English dub is brilliant so it remains easily accessible to even the most vary of people. <b>An absolute must watch.</b><br /><br />Fullmetal Alchemist is about two brothers trying to undo a grave mistake they made while trying to get their dead mother back. A mistake that sent shockwaves and repercussions into all the lives that touched theirs. Loss, Brotherhood, friendship. The show combines all these themes and the experience polishes the two brothers on their journey<br /><br />One of the most tragic moments appears relatively early on into the show, and that's when you realize just what kind of an anime it is. And once you finish the show you can rest well knowing that now you've got a <b>heart made Fullmetal.</b><br /><iframe allow="autoplay; encrypted-media" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="285" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/U25mAUY9N5A?rel=0&amp;controls=0" width="500"></iframe><br /><br /><h3 style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bKVA40FVrmk/WpLih3oDTNI/AAAAAAABezI/0PyQyFlA0a48hw5MWzQQDVRDbwt01f-FACLcBGAs/s1600/HXH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="580" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bKVA40FVrmk/WpLih3oDTNI/AAAAAAABezI/0PyQyFlA0a48hw5MWzQQDVRDbwt01f-FACLcBGAs/s1600/HXH.jpg" /></a><br />HUNTER X HUNTER</h3><div style="text-align: left;">At the start of Hunter X Hunter, you'd wonder why a cheerful and happy anime such as it could belong on a list like this. But as the show progresses, it gets darker and darker. Hunter X Hunter is another easily accessible anime obstructed only by the episode count. But the 2011 adaptation is well paced and sucks you right in. Gon, the protagonist of the show isn't some all-powerful hero. He isn't the chosen one, and he certainly doesn't win all his battles. But his breakneck speed of learning and the solemness of his naive vow makes you feel for him.</div><br />Hunter x Hunter is a journey that isn't depressing or tragic for the most part, but the emotion behind each scene resonates deep within. It's one of the most perfectly crafted anime that fans of any genre can enjoy. It also has a good English dub so people with the dislike of subtitles can watch it.<br /><iframe allow="autoplay; encrypted-media" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="290" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/d6kBeJjTGnY?rel=0&amp;controls=0" width="500"></iframe><br /><h3 style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QvVdwavlius/WpLj1eNSS2I/AAAAAAABezQ/rKaEirLJCDIDU8A4IIfSVS_4w-mF_C0mgCLcBGAs/s1600/M.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="500" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QvVdwavlius/WpLj1eNSS2I/AAAAAAABezQ/rKaEirLJCDIDU8A4IIfSVS_4w-mF_C0mgCLcBGAs/s1600/M.jpg" /></a></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;">MARCH COMES IN LIKE A LION</h3><div style="text-align: left;">A show about isolation, abandonment, loneliness, and depression. It's clear from the beginning that this is no casual show. About an outcast who's given his life to become elite, and is shunned for it. 3 Gatsu no Iron, or March Comes in Like a Lion is a show that can be very light, cute, and happy. But it balances out these emotions with some of the most melancholic moments.</div><br />March Comes in Like a Lion isn't a show I'd recommend watching when you're happy and content with your life. On the other hand, if you're feeling just the right melancholy and sadness in your soul it can pull you out like a guardian angel from above.<br /><br /><a href="https://myanimelist.net/reviews.php?id=242894" target="_blank">Veronin on MAL</a> described the first few minutes of the show and that deeply resonated with me.<br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><blockquote class="tr_bq">Sangatsu no Lion's first five minutes contains a scene I might characterise as one of the best in animation. He listlessly wakens, drinking out of necessity, dressing out of obligation, and leaving his sterile apartment out of confusion, an existence so fragile it could perish with the wind. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't tell people about his problems. He just moves on with his life.&nbsp;</blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq">At first I did not understand why this scene had such an impact on me. I thought it could have been the beautiful music, or perhaps the captivating artwork so characteristic of Shaft. That wasn't it. What overwhelmed me was how illustrative it was of human life.&nbsp;</blockquote></blockquote><iframe allow="autoplay; encrypted-media" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="285" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZL5nnx4vd7k?rel=0&amp;controls=0" width="500"></iframe><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/JIq2HfgHgFk" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2018/02/anime-that-made-me-almost-cry.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-87566473629057631562016-12-23T23:08:00.002+05:302016-12-25T15:56:50.338+05:30A Year In Television (Top 9 TV Shows of 2016)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">As I've said quite often, we're in the golden age of Television. And this year did nothing to question that claim. With new shows and extended seasons all the same, this was the year of online streaming. Even if that means a different service for every channel with a dime to offer. But until there's a clear winner, competition is good. Although that's not the point of this post. It is to give a concise list of the shows I enjoyed this year and you might want to watch too.<br /><br /><br />This list is in no perceivable order, even though I enjoyed some shows more than others. The ones that I'd recommend to absolutely EVERYONE have a star next to them. Happy reading!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Qh2LljhFEc/WF1M68wpkQI/AAAAAAAA4U0/muj0E38qDOk34Ej3JO17eOPYmLXaY7oCwCLcB/s1600/ATLANTA.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Qh2LljhFEc/WF1M68wpkQI/AAAAAAAA4U0/muj0E38qDOk34Ej3JO17eOPYmLXaY7oCwCLcB/s1600/ATLANTA.jpg" /></a></div><b>ATLANTA</b><br />If there's any show that defines poignant dark humor, it's this one. Surreal in places, absurdly hilarious in others. Darius will become your new favorite character, and Earn the most relatable. I suggest firing this show up and going along the journey with Donald Glover's brainchild.<br /><span style="color: #990000;">Trailer:</span>&nbsp;<i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0_U8ca4040">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0_U8ca4040</a></i><br /><span style="color: #990000;">IMDB:</span>&nbsp;<i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4288182/">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4288182/</a></i><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-06LBSETddd4/WF1SyGGiLwI/AAAAAAAA4VE/qF2PYHKVbSMX00XYFWNuR9HGRjrvXbvsQCLcB/s1600/THE%2BCROWN.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-06LBSETddd4/WF1SyGGiLwI/AAAAAAAA4VE/qF2PYHKVbSMX00XYFWNuR9HGRjrvXbvsQCLcB/s1600/THE%2BCROWN.jpg" /></a></div><b>THE CROWN</b><br />Netflix's highest budget(£100 million)rendition of Queen Elizabeth the second's rise to Queenhood is a fascinating and gripping show that has great dialogues&nbsp;rivaled only by the fictionalised&nbsp;events of truth. I expect the show to amass a greater following once season 2 airs. This is the kind of feminism I can wholeheartedly get behind. It's one of the better Netflix Originals and I'd recommend it to everyone who loves good dramas.<br /><span style="color: #990000;">Trailer:&nbsp;</span><i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWtnJjn6ng0">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWtnJjn6ng0</a></i><br /><span style="color: #990000;">IMDB:&nbsp;</span><i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4786824/fullcredits/">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4786824/fullcredits/</a></i><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85r72OpCq2w/WF1VV9QAPxI/AAAAAAAA4VQ/0e5o2KVXZHwTxUZU4vcCoVDp9vv3TQ3DACLcB/s1600/HUMANS.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85r72OpCq2w/WF1VV9QAPxI/AAAAAAAA4VQ/0e5o2KVXZHwTxUZU4vcCoVDp9vv3TQ3DACLcB/s1600/HUMANS.jpg" /></a></div><b>HUMANS (season 2)</b><br />A show about artificial intelligence and sentience, it's not the only one on the list. But its&nbsp;hard hitting&nbsp;questions will provide for the lack of high production value action. I urge you to watch this one just to see how humans would logically react to synth consciousness.<br />One side note, its intro track is one of the best I've seen in years and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87AXdzvR82Y">you should totally check it out.</a><br /><span style="color: #990000;">Trailer:</span>&nbsp;<i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BV8qFeZxZPE">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BV8qFeZxZPE</a></i><br /><span style="color: #990000;">IMDB:</span>&nbsp;<i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4122068/">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4122068/</a></i><br /><b><br /></b><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-13gJ-tkwq1E/WF1W0gnLaZI/AAAAAAAA4Vc/J9LFscxcmcU7h2_kIePPpSrLe_YJrzScwCLcB/s1600/BETTER%2BCALL%2BSAUL.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-13gJ-tkwq1E/WF1W0gnLaZI/AAAAAAAA4Vc/J9LFscxcmcU7h2_kIePPpSrLe_YJrzScwCLcB/s1600/BETTER%2BCALL%2BSAUL.jpg" /></a></div><b>BETTER CALL SAUL (season 2)</b></div>For a spin-off that was both highly anticipated as well as doubtful in its capability to carry on the legacy of a masterpiece, Better Call Saul delivers right on the punch. It's a mellow comedy drama that might not be ha ha funny for the most part, but continues to be hilarious nonetheless. Certainly not for everyone, but if you like the first episode, then it only gets better.<br /><span style="color: #990000;">Trailer:</span> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HN4oydykJFc"><i>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HN4oydykJFc</i></a><br /><span style="color: #990000;">IMDB:</span>&nbsp;<i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3032476/">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3032476/</a></i><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ayP-l1CBopQ/WF1FReQgnFI/AAAAAAAA4Uk/q39KVmrVa8gmXD3tTKWmupQMMMIRCGJCwCLcB/s1600/WESTWORLD.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ayP-l1CBopQ/WF1FReQgnFI/AAAAAAAA4Uk/q39KVmrVa8gmXD3tTKWmupQMMMIRCGJCwCLcB/s1600/WESTWORLD.jpg" /></a></div><br /><b>WESTWORLD&nbsp;<span style="font-size: large;">⋆</span></b><br />With a talented cast as well as skilled showrunners, this new show from HBO is rumored to be their attempt at filling the potential void once Game of Thrones end next year. And you know what, it totally succeeds. The acting, from the supremely talented Anthony Hopkins to relatively unknown&nbsp;Louis Herthum is perfect. HBO couldn't have chosen a more precise cast.<br /><br />A show about a futuristic theme park where rich megalomaniacs&nbsp;go to satisfy their power fantasy, there are engrossing critiques of what it means to be human. And why humanity isn't the benchmark we should judge all lifeforms by.<br /><br />If Sci-fi, suspense, or world building highly immersive shows are your cup of tea, then this will fit right in. And even if they aren't, I think this is a show everyone will enjoy in one way or the other.<br /><span style="color: #990000;">Trailer:</span>&nbsp;<i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IuS5huqOND4">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IuS5huqOND4</a></i><br /><span style="color: #990000;">IMDB</span>:<i>&nbsp;<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0475784/">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0475784/</a></i><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-35SRdSbCY0w/WF1Za_3XW1I/AAAAAAAA4Vo/Lt32YVOcsRw1WbSaBsRVDplhJ91HFX4ggCLcB/s1600/BLACK%2BMIRROR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-35SRdSbCY0w/WF1Za_3XW1I/AAAAAAAA4Vo/Lt32YVOcsRw1WbSaBsRVDplhJ91HFX4ggCLcB/s1600/BLACK%2BMIRROR.jpg" /></a></div><b>BLACK MIRROR&nbsp;</b><b><span style="font-size: large;">⋆</span></b><b>&nbsp;(season 3)</b><br />In another satisfying season of the black humor satire show that's both hard to describe as well as recommend casually, this is one of the shows that will make you question your core beliefs. Named after the reflection after the episode is finished and you're left staring at the black screen in front of you wondering where to go from there, this is one of the brilliant masterpieces.<br />Dense to get into, beginners might find the episode "15 Million Merits" easier to digest before going on the depressive journey that is Black Mirror.<br />Trailer:&nbsp;<i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jROLrhQkK78">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jROLrhQkK78</a></i><br /><span style="color: #990000;">IMDB:</span>&nbsp;<i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2085059/">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2085059/</a></i><br /><b><br /></b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WiK4TAhuaso/WF1bxy0I_dI/AAAAAAAA4V0/fwnv-j5zE3gtfzeY8C4GNYNMa4Ik8KlKwCLcB/s1600/BOJACK%2BHORSEMAN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WiK4TAhuaso/WF1bxy0I_dI/AAAAAAAA4V0/fwnv-j5zE3gtfzeY8C4GNYNMa4Ik8KlKwCLcB/s1600/BOJACK%2BHORSEMAN.jpg" /></a></div><b>BOJACK HORSEMAN (season 3)</b><br />Aah Bojack Horseman. Great for a night of introspection and depression. This show is as dark as it is funny. Looking at a few stills, you might be mistaken to believe that it's another run-of-the-mill Family Guy-esque lol so random humor cartoon. And oh boy, you'd be so so wrong.<br />This show symbolizes what I think is a show that leaves you thinking about the world and yourself days after you've finished watching it. And with such a thoughtful artstyle, every time you rewatch it, a new detail pops out making the experience just that much better.<br /><br />This certainly isn't the show for people who want a casual something to watch while they eat their dinner. Existential dread and nihilism are thrown around like sprinkels on an icecream. If that sounds like something you'd like, then it's already something you'll love<br /><span style="color: #990000;">Trailer:</span>&nbsp;<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1eJMig5Ik4"><i>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1eJMig5Ik4</i></a><br /><span style="color: #990000;">IMDB</span>:&nbsp;<i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3398228/">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3398228/</a></i><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_R_7f4EfvPM/WF1fkV3HgdI/AAAAAAAA4WA/a6EX2-g60LkWnVuYApLHx1SD6P7jxT4WwCLcB/s1600/PREACHER.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_R_7f4EfvPM/WF1fkV3HgdI/AAAAAAAA4WA/a6EX2-g60LkWnVuYApLHx1SD6P7jxT4WwCLcB/s1600/PREACHER.jpg" /></a></div><b>PREACHER</b><br />A comic that had been notoriously hard to interpret well into the television form comes this adaptation. And after the first 5 episodes of nothing making sense you might believe it too, but stick with the absolute chaos that is Preacher and you'll be rewarded with one of the best comic adaptations ever. With its shocking ending that is guaranteed to leave you wide-faced, it marks the perfect opening season for a show as complex as Preacher,<br />Preacher might just have the most fun and interesting cast in any of the TV shows of 2016.<br /><span style="color: #990000;">Trailer:</span>&nbsp;<i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gueM4VilVE">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gueM4VilVE</a></i><br /><span style="color: #990000;">IMDB:</span> <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt5016504/">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt5016504/</a></i><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZcs10J2sIw/WF1gzkXvkjI/AAAAAAAA4WI/NmDbZN9QCpQIbPxrRC8JEflLCsADJbjEwCLcB/s1600/PEAKY%2BBLINDERS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZcs10J2sIw/WF1gzkXvkjI/AAAAAAAA4WI/NmDbZN9QCpQIbPxrRC8JEflLCsADJbjEwCLcB/s1600/PEAKY%2BBLINDERS.jpg" /></a></div><b>PEAKY BLINDERS (season 3)</b><br />The new season of a show about the rise of the Shelby Brothers. Although it falters in places, it's still a very strong show that will enamor you with its charm and Tommy Shelby's wits. The first season is nothing short of brilliant, and the intensity is only heightened by the arrival of Tom Hardy.<br />Its gorgeous cinematography is another reason why the masterfully crafted events of Thomans Shelby's mind shine even brighter<br />If you love British dramas packed with suspense and mind traps then you'll be very satisfied. Satisfied indeed.<br />Trailer:&nbsp;<i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JwXfVGjSz-4">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JwXfVGjSz-4</a></i><br />IMDB:&nbsp;<i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2442560/">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2442560/</a></i></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/ObqQkjMwBq4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2016/12/an-year-in-television-top-9-tv-shows-of.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-15360742270397423842016-11-28T04:35:00.000+05:302016-11-28T04:35:04.555+05:30Sheltered. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">So often in our lives we meet people who lead vastly different lives than our own. Sometimes we cannot even begin to fathom how they could make choices so opposite from ours.<br /><br /><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B0uBQ84vZVQ/WDtiAfHiSbI/AAAAAAAA2Rk/NCCbEr3U1OcZMaD-KdOkkYQ_n1yPW6dCACLcB/s1600/game-guns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B0uBQ84vZVQ/WDtiAfHiSbI/AAAAAAAA2Rk/NCCbEr3U1OcZMaD-KdOkkYQ_n1yPW6dCACLcB/s320/game-guns.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">How can someone like that hip-hop shit, it's all gangster and crass unintelligible curses. <i>They must be violent brainless thugs&nbsp;</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">How can someone enjoy reading thick books with tiny fonts?<i> They must be loners with no life.</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://visionforlifeworks.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/tunnel-vision-01.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://visionforlifeworks.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/tunnel-vision-01.png" height="150" width="200" /></a></div>It's so easy to discard someone's way of life if you define them by views you don't agree with. Most of the times it's&nbsp;not malicious intent intended to dehumanize them. It's just how you look at the world. And there's no other way, so how could you be wrong, and they be right.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/6f/81/b2/6f81b2e740b7f49a4a59778bb8fd69c1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/6f/81/b2/6f81b2e740b7f49a4a59778bb8fd69c1.jpg" height="213" width="320" /></a></div>If someone eats meat, they must be cruel stone-cold beings who don't cherish animal life. Without thinking that nature isn't kind or forgiving. We don't protest tigers eating deers, But humans depending on other animals at the lower factions of the food chain is somehow unusually brutal and unforgiving.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://stream.org/wp-content/uploads/Morally-Superior-Porn-Company-900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://stream.org/wp-content/uploads/Morally-Superior-Porn-Company-900.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>And then there are people who are vegetarian. It feels like just their choice of not partaking in killing of animals for food makes them condescending. Like they're standing on an obnoxious morally superior high ground judging you silently. But why should someone's personal choice of nutrition affect you.<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>Humans grew sentience after thousands of yers of evolution, why not utilize that freedom of decision making.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://omegaforums.net/data/attachments/38/38711-342a5019cfb8af894a1dc2e1e9c09e90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="147" src="https://omegaforums.net/data/attachments/38/38711-342a5019cfb8af894a1dc2e1e9c09e90.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>But we forget that life is very rigid and dull this way, a linear construct of our own values and morals imposed on ourselves as well as strangers. All 7 billion of them. You don't have to agree or condone someone's life choice to be with them.<br /><a href="https://i0.wp.com/thepositivitysolution.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/bigstock-outcast-girl-60069143.jpg?resize=540%2C529" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" src="https://i0.wp.com/thepositivitysolution.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/bigstock-outcast-girl-60069143.jpg?resize=540%2C529" width="200" /></a>Their varying political beliefs don't make them bad humans with whom the very idea of maintaining a friendship is unimaginable. Judging others is human nature, and it comes so easily to us. But making others act on your judgment is not only ignorant, it also intolerent.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://i.imgur.com/Kk57Zgk.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://i.imgur.com/Kk57Zgk.gif" width="200" /></a>We live in a time where interacting with anyone from anywhere is instantaneous. And yet we try to live in our own little bubbles of safety. Someone expressed a view on Facebook you disagree with? <b>Unfriend</b>. A Youtuber says something you find controversial? <b>Unsubscribe</b>. It's very easy to close our eyes, put fingers on our ears and yell LALALALA till everything contrarian goes silent.<br /><span style="font-size: large;">And by the end of it, we're left with a closed room full of people circle-jerking each other.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kJgztpAdRhE/UOi7iTrbZfI/AAAAAAAACUo/PQGYoXXtePc/s1600/pointing_hand1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="169" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kJgztpAdRhE/UOi7iTrbZfI/AAAAAAAACUo/PQGYoXXtePc/s320/pointing_hand1.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />It's very important to expose ourselves to conflicting views. Beliefs that challenge us, ones that make us think about the things about ourselves we've never wondered about. If we think about why do we judge the people we see the way we do. Often times we'll find the answer says more about us than those selected few.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.keepitahundred.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/living_in_a_bubble_by_hoodiebear-d4vfoor.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.keepitahundred.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/living_in_a_bubble_by_hoodiebear-d4vfoor.png" height="266" width="400" /></a></div>This is why in these times of a rapidly progressing world, we need to experience all the differing beliefs and broaden our minds to move out of the rooms that keep us <span style="font-size: large;">sheltered.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/jsrySgpr-k8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2016/11/sheltered.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-60571215556061855152016-11-28T01:07:00.000+05:302016-11-28T01:12:18.942+05:30Clinging On to Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://24.media.tumblr.com/44f8aff2bbd90e2229bce5ef95f47c48/tumblr_mle8orpsjm1soq695o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://24.media.tumblr.com/44f8aff2bbd90e2229bce5ef95f47c48/tumblr_mle8orpsjm1soq695o1_500.gif" width="400" /></a></div>It's funny how people think there's anything in life that they can cling on to. That there are certain things that will never go away. Maybe they are right, maybe those things will indeed stay the same. But the idea that anything in life can be clasped and never allowed to let go is an absurd one.<br /><br />Be it a person, a thing, or a situation. Things flow away. Some wither and die, some turn into another entirely, some stay the same. Even something staying the same all the while you're growing and developing in life is a different form of change. You're still clinging to an idea, a thing, or a person that you might have held by your side in the past. But you changed, or are in the process of changing.<br /><br />Nothing is perpetually constant. Not us, not others, not even science. But that doesn't mean any human can be in a state of complete detachment. Just as no human can be totally devoid of emotions or be in total sync with them, attachment is another inherent symptom of being human. To be human, you've got to feel. You've got to grow intimate with people and things.<br /><br />Just like a doctor smoking after a gruelling surgery, or a man revelling in sheer laziness after a week of&nbsp;work, a few mild bad habits don't make you a bad person. They make you human.<br /><br />Being human means forming connections in life. It is the acceptance of the fact that those connections can be broken that can alleviate anxiety. You cannot control how you feel in all situations, and that's a part of being human.&nbsp;</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/UgK7eJ5pjCc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2016/11/clinging-on-to-life.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-73132253905423014872016-08-25T16:40:00.002+05:302016-08-25T16:47:43.000+05:30Anxiety and Distractions<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUCQ-Bc2tGc/V77QDWtAtGI/AAAAAAAAx8Y/WYCgJc7IL0gmDx5aXEh1eo7Tcv9-TZ-ogCLcB/s1600/46557393.cached.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUCQ-Bc2tGc/V77QDWtAtGI/AAAAAAAAx8Y/WYCgJc7IL0gmDx5aXEh1eo7Tcv9-TZ-ogCLcB/s320/46557393.cached.jpg" width="320" /></a>A state of chronic anxiety and despair is one of the scariest things to manifest itself on anyone. It's your mind getting in your own way. You get anxious and lose your appetite and sleep.&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="734e7b04-9d0e-47d1-ad00-99c85a0a652a" id="b017922c-0b49-48b4-a4f6-948b5b408975"></gs><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="7bd34f5b-d63d-47e4-8508-6946abac3ffa" id="2ad8bf67-659c-45c0-8254-5fdc98e3411b"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="734e7b04-9d0e-47d1-ad00-99c85a0a652a" id="b017922c-0b49-48b4-a4f6-948b5b408975">Next</gs><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="734e7b04-9d0e-47d1-ad00-99c85a0a652a" id="b017922c-0b49-48b4-a4f6-948b5b408975"> you</gs></gs><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="734e7b04-9d0e-47d1-ad00-99c85a0a652a" id="b017922c-0b49-48b4-a4f6-948b5b408975"></gs>&nbsp;get even more anxious because you're can't stop being anxious. You get mad at your own silliness. Thus begins a vicious feedback loop.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gcePKYNXUS0/V77Sdhrx61I/AAAAAAAAx8k/WRQlPymgpWMG-M_Wm1Wm0QnaEn_7rGglwCLcB/s1600/aid1831807-728px-Distract-Yourself-Step-1-Version-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gcePKYNXUS0/V77Sdhrx61I/AAAAAAAAx8k/WRQlPymgpWMG-M_Wm1Wm0QnaEn_7rGglwCLcB/s320/aid1831807-728px-Distract-Yourself-Step-1-Version-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>You try to distract yourself. <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="6428ddff-52bb-402f-b8fa-880258af22c2" id="07618eee-c006-469b-aa21-49b5adf257c1"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="e53039cc-262a-49c4-b4ad-11164c4a50f6" id="2db43367-e56e-40c3-ba16-631fddcd22ac">With</gs></gs> work, going out, maybe partying a little. And it's successful, but then you have to go back to being with yourself. Trying to find distractions to get away from your own mind never works because you cannot ever travel without it, and sooner or later you're back to where you started.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5fuBCjTqdmk/V77SeM8GG0I/AAAAAAAAx8o/lFzi9_AYZmsu10DmJJGGkpqTdUgcdIpQgCLcB/s1600/aid1831807-728px-Distract-Yourself-Step-13-Version-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5fuBCjTqdmk/V77SeM8GG0I/AAAAAAAAx8o/lFzi9_AYZmsu10DmJJGGkpqTdUgcdIpQgCLcB/s320/aid1831807-728px-Distract-Yourself-Step-13-Version-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />You devote your time to feeling busy, and feel extremely uncomfortable with silence. Being alone with yourself. A compulsive habit of thinking and <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="298b41d0-d273-43fe-a992-cab3f1ccc7b2" id="482151ef-4ae7-45e7-98a8-821f242bd136"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="bf450c44-e258-4de8-80c2-6036ae9157ae" id="91a8112f-f7cf-4a78-b060-9ae5f2f55ae6">overthinking</gs></gs> things. So you go back to trying to find more distractions, without focusing on the problem of thinking too much.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Erojp_IJm-8/maxresdefault.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="177" src="https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Erojp_IJm-8/maxresdefault.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Why do we start going back to all our <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="7f36732e-14ab-43e5-9d50-95e63fb62194" id="da942b0a-70eb-4d14-9700-9963b4401565"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="88e33b32-4c79-4046-8ed0-1bb85a6a8459" id="7fd65c5a-3292-44db-800d-d186b1dd5077">cringiest</gs></gs> and awkwardest experiences just before we sleep. <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="09813eca-3798-472f-a8de-b1a23252a2d1" id="ec1ae5e4-9ee9-47e8-8cce-51a2e61ebdfc"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="ea2ba2aa-edd3-4195-a595-97a9df1a0100" id="01a3cbfe-e735-4f72-8ca9-ef1c1f4a919f">Overthinking</gs></gs> things that happened, and making plans about what needs doing and how you'll totally do it when morning arrives. It's because all day we're doing something or the other. Finding distractions, running away from thinking about problems. And as soon as the mind gets some time to be truly alone, it starts working, almost like clockwork.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3yP35FLrIWU/V77S2s5aUHI/AAAAAAAAx8s/wKqN-EKKZNYzPzjf4bXTtYFRCg-uxlmpwCLcB/s1600/aid1831807-728px-Distract-Yourself-Step-2-Version-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3yP35FLrIWU/V77S2s5aUHI/AAAAAAAAx8s/wKqN-EKKZNYzPzjf4bXTtYFRCg-uxlmpwCLcB/s320/aid1831807-728px-Distract-Yourself-Step-2-Version-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />And when you give your mind some time to be alone, when you don't try to find distractions to run away, then the mind will quiet itself. Just like you cannot turn a tumultuous&nbsp;river calm by <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="53776255-7e27-40f4-9f46-490d7dc82ac5" id="bb38d377-d60b-4bb0-a0c2-febcfb9952d3">splashning</gs> it, instead of forcing your mind to stop thinking, you have to let it meander into different directions first.&nbsp;</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/KoVQb9IDWQI" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2016/08/anxiety-and-distractions.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-65200288476498162016-08-20T03:56:00.000+05:302016-08-21T02:18:30.724+05:30An Open Letter To You<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.imagesbuddy.com/images/205/im-not-rude-im-honest-i-just-speak-whats-on-my-mind-even-if-most-cant-handle-the-truth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.imagesbuddy.com/images/205/im-not-rude-im-honest-i-just-speak-whats-on-my-mind-even-if-most-cant-handle-the-truth.jpg" height="156" width="200" /></a></div>You call it being blunt. Painfully honest. A no-care&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="77e1a01c-879f-4af0-b428-3530234853b8" id="ca6a49cd-85e3-4466-bb74-05a291b8c0ca"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="47876344-5042-48a2-b19f-8339839dfbcd" id="0ad8ee1b-23ff-4eeb-b01e-2bf36550e85e">attitude</gs></gs>. In fact, you care so little that you don't miss a chance to tell others how little you care. Because caring is inherently weak, and your&nbsp;cold, detached self wouldn't like to be seen being intimate with people.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://mizmoralitysblog.files.wordpress.com/2015/09/reality.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="https://mizmoralitysblog.files.wordpress.com/2015/09/reality.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>You're just teaching people what life will teach them inevitably anyway. And you promise to be much fairer than life, although not any less harsh. In reality, it's a facade to hide your fragile, rigid composure. After all, if you think you're superior to them you don't have to face them or their moronic lies that keep them happy.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-44rPE3lQps8/V7d_KgkJa2I/AAAAAAAAxts/uKkYWfaItY8srg7bDylbw3I-FtQUtdQrgCLcB/s1600/flat%252C1000x1000%252C075%252Cf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-44rPE3lQps8/V7d_KgkJa2I/AAAAAAAAxts/uKkYWfaItY8srg7bDylbw3I-FtQUtdQrgCLcB/s200/flat%252C1000x1000%252C075%252Cf.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><b>Control is an illusion.&nbsp;</b>They're deluding themselves and you're their savior. Wielding a blade of honesty and a shield of practical logic, you attack the insufferable monster that is&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="2486d216-9471-44e1-ab60-a550ebe92d49" id="e46a85d3-ec2c-4ca8-9e22-92dfff64b658"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="32346a5d-f89a-4676-b4bf-9dd10907a8d1" id="33efaa6e-c343-42fa-95cc-8c48f1dae1cf"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="227ec2b4-f927-4851-8b45-ce5e887ea453" id="3adf1f1e-7baf-4e8b-a80a-d62e0e772641"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="4fcbc34c-5f0a-42b7-a589-0645738828b2" id="0692bace-89bb-4b25-a0ec-e8e7192712c3">tact</gs></gs></gs></gs>&nbsp;and sensitive diplomacy. Fight too long the monster, and you become one yourself. Honesty without compassion is little more than a bunch of cruel words strung together&nbsp;as a poor substitute for credibility, masquerading as the truth.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m4-KbpJwhq4/V7d-wHl9CgI/AAAAAAAAxto/244RAOWv7qQC9pyIEAI96X3ivw9GN_31gCLcB/s1600/8flkqDT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m4-KbpJwhq4/V7d-wHl9CgI/AAAAAAAAxto/244RAOWv7qQC9pyIEAI96X3ivw9GN_31gCLcB/s320/8flkqDT.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>You make fun of others you deem stupid. A word with a multitude of crude, arbitrary definitions that can be easily molded and remolded endlessly to fit your needs because you want them to. Whoever&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="9bd3462a-2272-48a8-9636-dc09dd58b763" id="90096ab4-9528-4b1e-bab4-ce327db8b499"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="45614e30-2116-4453-99a1-cb9cefdbedce" id="c3b07169-b7a5-485a-af98-af92153c7631"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="c1df0566-1214-4d5e-9fd5-a4ea25acc78b" id="255e9779-f811-4e71-877d-688725aed0b3"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="90d909cb-80c7-42ed-9f3d-228139fb98aa" id="36d3edac-de16-4d67-bc88-a691e6a58543">can't</gs></gs></gs></gs>&nbsp;take&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="9bd3462a-2272-48a8-9636-dc09dd58b763" id="fa369e77-4e61-424f-98fe-b9750ee5c707"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="45614e30-2116-4453-99a1-cb9cefdbedce" id="8df2376e-c2b0-4f4b-8b12-bbe0ea91a9a7"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="c1df0566-1214-4d5e-9fd5-a4ea25acc78b" id="4b86feeb-d5e8-4bf4-a381-a50519b0cdaa"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="90d909cb-80c7-42ed-9f3d-228139fb98aa" id="14f7c122-3bd4-4264-9b6f-d89166b917ab">it is</gs></gs></gs></gs>&nbsp;a coward, a&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="9bd3462a-2272-48a8-9636-dc09dd58b763" id="3420321a-3c90-4c01-adf3-6c52f3886a5a"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="45614e30-2116-4453-99a1-cb9cefdbedce" id="ccc23aae-97cc-4f1e-8f04-41ec4f916109"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="c1df0566-1214-4d5e-9fd5-a4ea25acc78b" id="283215af-0c70-4ab7-a14c-101b711a018a"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="90d909cb-80c7-42ed-9f3d-228139fb98aa" id="eb807b18-8474-4459-8418-427f135e353c">buzzkill</gs></gs></gs></gs>. But when they get offended, things should slide easily, because it's you and they should expect it by now. But no one expects you to be an asshole. They don't expect you to be a jerk, even if they know it's who you are. Acceptance of that fact doesn't bring forward forgiveness unless you change. Forgiving and forgetting doesn't make you weak any more than hopelessly clinging on to a false image of you&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="4d205d8f-583b-49b2-9a24-b6ccda2f87bb" id="33a47a67-4405-4fc4-91a5-2a3319bec2ea"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="3748b0b4-9cd6-4568-b952-87621d240b75" id="592eae8f-e2e4-43e4-b035-2d67dd2dc4c9"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="6126e7c5-00ff-4610-990c-a3328bc0e26a" id="c8b4d484-ff5d-459e-96b4-847c8b842cb8"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f7c2dde7-0fe0-4604-8c00-e6685a331275" id="7fb2a558-e7fa-40bc-aaf8-4100a454dbf9">does</gs></gs></gs></gs>.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">You think that the only truth that matters is the truth that can be measured. Good intentions don't count. What's in your heart doesn't count. But a man's life can be measured by how many tears are shed when he dies. Just because you can't measure them, just because you don't want to measure them, doesn't mean it's not real.</blockquote><br /><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p1rlvTD3QA0/V7eFtTMgQ8I/AAAAAAAAxuA/AjT98GkVs6cPcHA_tLkQaK4Rp4sp8EsmgCLcB/s1600/aTFJIEk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p1rlvTD3QA0/V7eFtTMgQ8I/AAAAAAAAxuA/AjT98GkVs6cPcHA_tLkQaK4Rp4sp8EsmgCLcB/s320/aTFJIEk.jpg" width="320" /></a>You demand leeway with how society judges you, but you allow it to judge you nonetheless. A living specimen of contradicting hypocrisy. You pretend to rage against the system, pretend to play a different game entirely. But all you do is replace the system's rules with yours and claim they're the axiom of undeniable truth. You fight the mainstream by pretending to be obscure, until that obscurity becomes too mainstream only for you to fight all over again. You break the law, but you follow the rules. You're not a rebel. You're not unplugged, you just replaced the power chord.<br /><br /><a href="http://academic.depauw.edu/aevans_web/HONR101-02/WebPages/Spring2005/Alex/homepage/graphics/shades.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://academic.depauw.edu/aevans_web/HONR101-02/WebPages/Spring2005/Alex/homepage/graphics/shades.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a>You try to corrupt people with your cynicism and skepticism, all the while being intrigued and secretly happy for those who stay&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="dcf87d4a-489c-4f79-82c2-2983d3d1e41f" id="71a90705-d782-47c7-b237-d614a21ea7a0"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="2989d5b7-5f61-4ee6-94c4-9092395fe4bc" id="72a6f754-858d-41ec-82cd-f780481643dc"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="222214d4-5958-4691-933c-766eede6ace4" id="d2333616-0e81-483f-93aa-99501019cfbd"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="68b4be14-f804-411f-928a-3017c6975693" id="97321567-f0fc-4b73-b86d-88030c3f409d">unwavering</gs></gs></gs></gs>&nbsp;to their humble modesty and niceties. People are not nice or polite because they're dense idiots who don't know any better. They do it because it keeps them happy. Sane. They're polite because that's what decent people do. And because they know they aren't infallible.&nbsp;You can mock their lifestyle from a distance with a cold sneer, but the tinge of envy that lingers is felt by you just as hard.&nbsp;<b>Control is an illusion. But sometimes you need an illusion to get back control.</b><br /><br /><br />Yours Affectionately,<br /><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">You.</span></b></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/4CboIONJzf4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2016/08/an-open-letter-to-you_20.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-1483520231181980752016-08-06T23:20:00.000+05:302016-08-08T10:11:27.599+05:30A Life of Stress<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/af/James_Sowerby_-_Serrated_Lobster,_Cancer_serratus_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/af/James_Sowerby_-_Serrated_Lobster,_Cancer_serratus_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg" width="400"></a></div>A lobster is born with a <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="90bc6d82-c258-459d-8f7c-8a7805f8a4ea" id="4331f529-9f64-43a3-8c08-f09d357d36d3"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="da5ffcb8-b702-4acc-b737-843a7a3163a2" id="6b3a695c-be24-4090-a5a5-702276bf4d67">shell but</gs></gs> its shell doesn't grow with it. Pretty soon the shell is too tight and the lobster feels uncomfortable&nbsp;with it, so the lobster goes under a rock naked and vulnerable and grows itself another shell.<br><br><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="7ec210f2-ff4b-4e94-9f65-d4f796c8e81f" id="4095ebcc-769a-43d2-b2fa-2bcaf16b5ce8"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f3c5c55c-843d-4286-bde5-1d9dd8f9b4ca" id="2219a7f7-cd0a-434f-83d7-7448d803bd2c">In</gs></gs> some time, even that shell becomes too small and the lobster feels uncomfortable. <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="5558d06d-f3df-48ea-8109-33377889b2c7" id="3edd4d07-e7e4-44ff-986c-be004d3bd38c"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="e9ca3407-678f-4843-b297-468a182cc971" id="df4b57d4-5ad5-4258-a772-573337a6a2ef">Again it</gs></gs> does under a rock, creates a new shell and comes back.<br><br>This happens again and again, and keeps happening until the day the lobster <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="60097683-9c2b-45ff-ae3a-030a9d977f13" id="a768ecf6-9f47-4e73-bc7e-41437d115a6b"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="ced8d408-d301-4564-a004-4b2891385773" id="5d94f686-436b-412d-a0ca-d8a4a3b4b80f">dies</gs></gs>.<br><br><a href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/08/4d/e2/084de231f0b5a4adfdf6eefc3e2c115c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/08/4d/e2/084de231f0b5a4adfdf6eefc3e2c115c.jpg" width="320"></a>Now if the lobster could go to a doctor and get some pills&nbsp;to not feel uncomfortable and&nbsp;in duress, it would never grow into<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="81e4f0f8-f4d0-440e-8d52-64a24be9cab4" id="e7ad85a2-ac0b-4b21-b3a6-89da4ff06f9a">&nbsp;what it could&nbsp;if it had&nbsp;tried&nbsp;using that&nbsp;strain to its <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="81e4f0f8-f4d0-440e-8d52-64a24be9cab4" id="7dc2951e-acc1-4743-a1a1-4de97cf0e60c">benefit</gs>.</gs> You need to be under stress and feel uncomfortable to actually make changes.<br><br>Most of the daily stress we face isn't related to survival anymore, and yet that's how we respond to them. By going into overdrive, <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="6e896ccc-cf29-4cd9-9cca-d696d8b886a3" id="159bbbd5-cd8c-44ca-84a2-ac25b2bde085"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="bdfb943c-0d79-4912-9ca2-620f5eded0c6" id="6ee87997-34c1-421b-85ca-c57368cd8056">overthinking</gs></gs>&nbsp;the situation and obsessing over it. This is the threat response to stress. It makes you choke up inside, a sense of impending doom shrouds your body and you feel unable to relax in any scenario.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.bangzo.co.uk/ekmps/shops/bangzo/images/rangoli-anti-stress-art-therapy-adult-colouring-book-with-24-noris-colour-coloured-pencils-%5B5%5D-14685-p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.bangzo.co.uk/ekmps/shops/bangzo/images/rangoli-anti-stress-art-therapy-adult-colouring-book-with-24-noris-colour-coloured-pencils-%5B5%5D-14685-p.jpg" height="213" width="320"></a></div><br>But there's another response to stress. One that makes you more focused, streamlines your thought processes. Your heart pounds ever so loudly, but instead of increasing paranoia and dread, it <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="92f46cb1-4adb-46d4-a31d-d2402626fb3b" id="ebe4d343-b772-4691-91c2-1c8c441b4cdd"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="3627ce52-1397-43cf-941e-4dd3a61fdc3e" id="1f7ee821-ff3e-47fc-a3df-969ce11b2fc1">embiggens</gs></gs> your blood vessels so there's a more even blood flow. This is the challenge response to stress and it basically makes you smarter under duress.<br><br>Unless it's a crazy specific situation where survival is <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="b05d75bd-bfd1-40ca-a33a-8dd4177e6a0d" id="cac3a270-f3e8-4732-b0ce-b09133b82542"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="ddc9a498-dc80-4598-b279-a90a61a4780d" id="d4820f97-4bc0-4e30-bdef-5d1c584f04a8">of</gs></gs> the umpteenth importance, a threat response doesn't help us any more than hyperventilating helps during a panic attack. But to transform our response from threat to challenge, we need to understand which one our body <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="a1dae4aa-fb8d-4a42-9871-c0aa4f77193f" id="9ee6e801-ce68-4a27-a7a8-7d0643612195"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="e89073ce-e38b-44a0-8742-dd716f4eb1ea" id="31ca726c-5edf-4b29-a917-d96c0b47f227">instinctually</gs></gs>&nbsp;goes to. Instead of sweeping everything under the rug and trying to distract ourselves as much as possible, a brief moment of confrontation and planning against the stress does more good.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://67.media.tumblr.com/8b4810c37c946949c2415cf0ccdb5b1d/tumblr_nkgpj3LmKC1sg0kuto1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://67.media.tumblr.com/8b4810c37c946949c2415cf0ccdb5b1d/tumblr_nkgpj3LmKC1sg0kuto1_500.gif"></a></div><br>If you feel your heart starting to pound faster, and your breath getting shallower by each passing drag, instead of focusing on trying to calm down and pretending to be okay, accepting that you are stressed out turns the threat response to a challenge one. And sometimes, the best way to deal with it is to not think about it. Not the fact that you're stressed, but the more probable scenario that the cause isn't all that powerful.<br><br><b><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uisHMG3Uiyc" width="560"></iframe><br></b><b><br></b><b>Stress isn't good or bad for you, the response to it is.&nbsp;</b></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/NRIL5qA5aR0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2016/08/a-life-of-stress.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-52048162809580023652016-06-02T11:24:00.002+05:302016-06-03T10:25:57.539+05:30What You Learn After Being In A Car Accident<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9LluNT_6nBw/V0_DH58_VsI/AAAAAAAAtEw/MjZRpqPkFVkHHF5HBXb2e1-8TvSEHijSgCLcB/s1600/IMG_20160529_072802.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9LluNT_6nBw/V0_DH58_VsI/AAAAAAAAtEw/MjZRpqPkFVkHHF5HBXb2e1-8TvSEHijSgCLcB/s400/IMG_20160529_072802.jpg" width="400" /></a>Recently, I was in a car accident while going on a trip to ease off from the exams season. We never got to that place and were instead accosted by a straight journey to the hospital, which, I wouldn't lie, looks and feels like a good hotel with crappy service(It has Haldirams and CCD inside it for crying out loud!). Anyway, I'm getting distracted. Here are a few things I learnt from the accident. Since this is going to be a long post, I've added how the accident happened at the end.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://arvydasjourney.files.wordpress.com/2015/05/time-spiral-400x315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="504" src="https://arvydasjourney.files.wordpress.com/2015/05/time-spiral-400x315.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: center;"><b>Instinct takes over</b></h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Being in the passenger seat, I could see the accident happening 2-3 seconds before the aftermath. And those 2-3 seconds felt longer than any other 2-3 seconds in my life, or maybe it's the way mind remembers it. You revisit the memory so often and so frequently later on that you pick apart every tiny detail about how it could have been avoided or minimised. But in those couple of seconds, it matters naught.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>However, once you crash-land, your adrenaline pumped body looks up to assess the damage and what needs to be done. In my case it was finding a way out of the car since gravity had the pleasure of parking it sideways. My door didn't open because of that, and that's when a bit of panic sunk in. I saw mum, who had fallen from the back of the seat to the windshield, we shared a look. I called out to dad who wasn't conscious and not replying to the cries asking him if he was okay. All this while looking for a way out. All of these things seemed to happen simultaneously, and at the same time took forever to pass. But ask a coke junkie what adrenaline can't do. I kicked the driver side window open (which was already cracked) to let mum out, then out came the driver. I then tried to wake dad up by tugging at his cheeks but that did nothing more than grow the dread.</div><div><br /></div><div>By then a few good samaritans had climbed down to see what had happened. I didn't mind their morbid curiosity as long as they were helping. We forced the car upright, lowered the driver seat and pulled out dad. All of this happened within half an hour, but I can only remember glimpses of it all. Pulling dad, making sure mum was okay, calling the police, calling the ambulance. I know I did these things, but in which order?</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.innovationmanagement.se/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/controlled-chaos-for-innovation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="458" src="https://www.innovationmanagement.se/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/controlled-chaos-for-innovation.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: center;">The Chaos is Smooth</h2><div>Everything after that was chaos. Dad lying down on the ground, barely conscious and crying out in pain. Mum unable to walk. Driver mumbling and walking around like a zombie. Losing my glasses in the rubble meant that I had no way of distinguishing faces from afar. I secured the car papers, took the important stuff out, got the numbers of a few kind samaritans and the police officer, went inside the ambulance, came out, went inside the government hospital with parents one by one, came out, another ambulance to Delhi.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was utter chaos, I had no idea what papers to sign or what things to check. At that time if the devil had handed me the papers to sell my soul, I would've promptly signed it as well. The title wouldn't be valid since it doesn't belong to me, but that's another thing.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>The chaos felt fluid, everything was getting done partly for me, partly by me. There wasn't a hitch to derail this chain of events.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://xochloebee.files.wordpress.com/2014/08/balance-lookmag-look-voyages-fr.jpg?w=1280" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://xochloebee.files.wordpress.com/2014/08/balance-lookmag-look-voyages-fr.jpg?w=1280" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: center;">Balancing the good and the bad&nbsp;</h2><div>Once the dust had settled, so to speak, and we were in the ambulance bound to Delhi. It was time to finally assess the damage. Mum couldn't walk. Dad couldn't move his legs. I was unharmed. Looking at the pics I had taken for insurance purposes, I was relieved and a bit surprised that we'd made it alive. Just as hope was ushering out, dad called back in pain. It was unmanageable, he wanted to end it then. Get it over with. Finding words of hope in that time when you're so devoid of it yourself isn't very easy, to put it lightly.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>We were alive.</div><div>Dad didn't want to be.</div><div>They were conscious.</div><div>They were in extreme pain.&nbsp;</div><div>I was okay.&nbsp;</div><div>They were not.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>At that time it seemed like the longest journey, but looking back at it I have no idea where time went.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f2/Jan_Wijnants_-_Parable_of_the_Good_Samaritan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="598" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f2/Jan_Wijnants_-_Parable_of_the_Good_Samaritan.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: center;">Friends are invaluable</h2><div>By the time we reached the hospital, I had told a few friends about it. They knew what to say, when to say it. And what not to say. Held me together when nothing seemed to be going my way. Even now, they have been wonderful. Good friends are hard to come by and too far apart, but when something like this happens, you know why they're your friends. It is not an easy task to help someone out without being there, and yet they did. And not just friends, quite a lot of people in the time of duress make the right call and choose to be good men and women when they can so easily choose to walk away.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.insurancejournal.com/app/uploads/2015/07/Uncertainty-559x580.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.insurancejournal.com/app/uploads/2015/07/Uncertainty-559x580.jpg" height="640" width="616" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: center;">Future is uncertain, hope is alive</h2><div>Everything brings us to now. I won't claim to know what will happen hereafter. But everything till now has been managed. Things might not be looking up, but they aren't going down either.&nbsp;</div><div>Shit happens. And then you deal with it.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>The Accident: </b>We left for Dehradun at 5AM and nearing 7:30, the driver lost control of the car on the highway and crashing into the trees to the left. Inertia from the sharp left turned the car sideways and it landed on the driver side almost perpendicular to the ground. I can say with some confidence that it was the seat belt that saved the driver's and my life. If anything is to be learnt, on long journeys even the back passengers really should buckle up.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//s.imgur.com/min/embed.js"></script><br /><div><br /></div><blockquote class="imgur-embed-pub" data-id="a/TbHyn" lang="en"><a href="https://imgur.com/a/TbHyn">View post on imgur.com</a></blockquote><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//s.imgur.com/min/embed.js"></script><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/CXd0qebMY4I" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com1http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2016/06/what-you-learn-after-being-in-car.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-20471097692654730392016-05-23T01:33:00.001+05:302016-05-23T01:37:21.229+05:30 God is Dead, We Killed Him <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.colourbox.com/preview/1729194-frayed-rope-about-to-break-isolated-on-black-background-with-copy-space.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://www.colourbox.com/preview/1729194-frayed-rope-about-to-break-isolated-on-black-background-with-copy-space.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />People think I'm a perennial skeptic and a cynic. They're right, I am. But that doesn't stop someone from clinging to optimism and hope from time to time. And that's what hurts the most, seeing the last shred of hope you didn't even know you had, get crushed.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F0n0zHSLezQ/V0IRa_9f02I/AAAAAAAAskI/roXLqCgviQk3HWrz1Yae5OkD7hAK-8ExACLcB/s1600/Friedrich-Nietzsche.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="334" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F0n0zHSLezQ/V0IRa_9f02I/AAAAAAAAskI/roXLqCgviQk3HWrz1Yae5OkD7hAK-8ExACLcB/s640/Friedrich-Nietzsche.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://www.technocrazed.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/Kim-Yong-Soo-Traditional-Japanese-Art-With-Modern-Circuits-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.technocrazed.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/Kim-Yong-Soo-Traditional-Japanese-Art-With-Modern-Circuits-11.jpg" height="266" width="320" /></a>When Nietzsche proclaimed <b>'God is dead, we killed him', </b>he didn't mean that god is dead in the literal sense or that we were the cause of his demise. What he meant was that the values and morals put forward by God' are not a credible source anymore.&nbsp;Humans are no longer able to believe in any such cosmic order since they themselves no longer recognize it. That's what life is, a cosmic order that remains unknown to us.<br /><br />The world isn't fair. It's not unfair either. It's indifferent to your opinions and wishes. It allows you to exist when your self interests align with its gears. But as soon as that changes, it comes down on you harder than being curb stomped by Hagrid. &nbsp;As Andy Dufresne put it, you get busy living, or you get busy dying.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CA526XUWUAEYP3H.png:large" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CA526XUWUAEYP3H.png:large" width="400" /></a></div>People who think life is unfair miss out on the most basic fact of living, you don't get things for free. And if you do, you pay the price later. It's a morbid perspective certainly, thinking that no happy thing comes free, or that no good deed goes unpunished. But time and time again, it has proven to be true. Do people get lucky? Yes. Do they usually? Almost never. It's like hearing about someone winning a lottery and making the&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f48d68c0-a6d7-409b-8421-85435b05f270" id="8ded7ed5-a3a0-45dd-a97e-ea5866fb0fe5"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f48d68c0-a6d7-409b-8421-85435b05f270" id="2578eaab-b05c-4065-8e3e-e420d4572ae3">buying</gs></gs> of lottery tickets your job.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://revrichardheard.files.wordpress.com/2015/11/live-in-bubble.jpg?w=640" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://revrichardheard.files.wordpress.com/2015/11/live-in-bubble.jpg?w=640" width="320" /></a></div><br />Almost everyone lives in a bubble. A bubble of similar opinions, a bubble of disillusion, a bubble of friends who keep you safe. Not all bubbles are bad, but they restrict your exposure to new things. To new people. Then again, what lies beyond their bubble is not for the faint of heart.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://illusion.scene360.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/david-szauder-06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://illusion.scene360.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/david-szauder-06.jpg" height="240" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><br />It's easy to think that life takes some innate pleasure in ruining your happiness, punishing you for it. Then again, we seldom notice that it was the same life that made us happy. Life is a collection of memories and experiences, and nothing can take away from that. Not even life itself.</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/zK3N0kuuCl0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2016/05/god-is-dead-we-killed-him.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-74923921749830032662016-04-14T23:07:00.000+05:302016-04-14T23:13:38.330+05:30Telling Victims To Grow Up - Is Stephen Fry Correct?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uxJA6aUis-A/Vw_VErCMfMI/AAAAAAAAqMw/KQSyy0DnMncB28yBqK2vCTHpbRc6HdKGwCLcB/s1600/self-pity-victim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uxJA6aUis-A/Vw_VErCMfMI/AAAAAAAAqMw/KQSyy0DnMncB28yBqK2vCTHpbRc6HdKGwCLcB/s320/self-pity-victim.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Recently, Stephen Fry said something extremely offensive and detrimental to the countless people who've been victims of abuse. It shocks me that something like that can be allowed on national television. And now the media is in uproar over his remarks for sex abuse victims to "grow up and get over it"<br /><br />Let's read what this grotesque monster said in The Rubin Report<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><blockquote class="tr_bq"><i><span style="color: #444444;">You get some of my <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="7a375b0c-a7ee-4167-b698-f6dd473f0378" id="dc9a882a-d407-4620-b73f-df53b13bb3da"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="0fc84f90-46cd-4d02-966c-c1d79cb45b85" id="908edb50-a32d-490d-9e40-1af253b4b345">sympathy but</gs></gs> your self-pity gets none of my sympathy because self-pity is the ugliest emotion in humanity.</span></i></blockquote></blockquote><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uAX5O0HT0gE/Vw_VxGfo8yI/AAAAAAAAqM4/i2kXn3wIIBo8V_hD2vAa9BTSw2H_3V2DACLcB/s1600/self-pity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uAX5O0HT0gE/Vw_VxGfo8yI/AAAAAAAAqM4/i2kXn3wIIBo8V_hD2vAa9BTSw2H_3V2DACLcB/s320/self-pity.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;How dare he say something so offensive and <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="0f26efd9-89a6-4df8-980c-e324d1dda575" id="12d371cc-1c3b-4829-abc6-3cbe5b91966f"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="0e2faa04-f301-412c-a7db-4e91a551be17" id="f8e252b7-8356-4b5e-8cf8-6a304e8ea9eb">invalidat</gs></gs>-wait, that doesn't sound very offensive to me. Then what is all the SJW uproar about? He goes on to say<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><blockquote class="tr_bq"><i><span style="color: #444444;">Get rid of it because no one's going to like you if you feel sorry for yourself. The irony is we'll feel sorry for you if you stop feeling sorry for yourself. Grow up</span></i></blockquote></blockquote><br />I can't help but feel that <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="583283d2-6c2d-43b7-9206-192bc288f672" id="4b829192-cfad-4ac8-a8d8-8e11c2286de6">media</gs> has lied to me. His words, pretty tame in themselves, are words of truth and wisdom. It's hard to say you don't agree with the victim in today's politically correct culture, but take a long moment and think if this is the culture we should be <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="ac32164f-6db1-46e0-b5cb-b03d1ff1f719" id="3b7cfe51-2afa-4a1c-8f9c-7ea3e766c808">propagating</gs>.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.iflscience.com/sites/www.iflscience.com/files/styles/ifls_large/public/blog/%5Bnid%5D/cygx1_ill.jpg?itok=liTnOrdf" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.iflscience.com/sites/www.iflscience.com/files/styles/ifls_large/public/blog/%5Bnid%5D/cygx1_ill.jpg?itok=liTnOrdf" height="212" width="320" /></a></div>Self pity is a disastrous thing. It is a <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="7c53e855-b128-4334-b2c3-40eb9ba7773f" id="94c19a50-37c8-40cb-bec9-dd64c0db6899"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="e8544147-f7db-420f-9bfe-f6467adff3eb" id="bde5f5c8-3054-455d-a26c-ca9aacbef920"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="e16e98f7-5543-41fb-9e5d-0d7fc9889b02" id="b68ac61f-6341-436e-af28-2e04199cbe9a">blackhole</gs></gs></gs> that consumes everything around it, except itself. It destroys relationships, lives, but more than anything, it destroys&nbsp;the &nbsp;respect in yourself. And that is an enormous disservice to yourself. Don't throw a big man tantrum hoping to get what you want, even if it works sometimes.<br /><br />Telling someone to grow up isn't invalidating their experiences, it is telling them to move past things that are not important enough to keep looming over. Like stopping yourself from&nbsp;&nbsp;picking a scab isn't disbelieving the existence of the wound. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You pick yourself up, and you keep going<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3OLYAqGpM8k/TYNM_WsgbDI/AAAAAAAAARs/VSt_-VEmaaA/s1600/DSC_0002-10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3OLYAqGpM8k/TYNM_WsgbDI/AAAAAAAAARs/VSt_-VEmaaA/s320/DSC_0002-10.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />You cannot allow yourself to fall into a feedback loop where you feel sorry for yourself, get down, and feel sorry for yourself for being down. I believe that while everyone is busy missing the point of Fry's words, smarter people can listen to his real advice and in return, improve their lives.<br /><br /><b>Grow up. Confront your past. Defeat your demons.</b><br /><br /><br />You can watch the entire interview here:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/eJQHakkViPo" width="560"></iframe></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/u2w05MLZoSc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2016/04/telling-victims-to-grow-up-is-stephen.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-11999079262930811912016-03-16T14:54:00.000+05:302016-03-16T14:54:46.305+05:30Motivation Vs. Discipline<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q27wzoAPt8U/VukhyVzKi_I/AAAAAAAAndI/mmWALYXt54QL0OrHk5_NYXW9JNTV7v7fw/s1600/be_anything_bad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q27wzoAPt8U/VukhyVzKi_I/AAAAAAAAndI/mmWALYXt54QL0OrHk5_NYXW9JNTV7v7fw/s320/be_anything_bad.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Who hasn't hit the bed at night after an unproductive day and thought - "Tomorrow will be different". Of course, it never is. Motivation is fleeting and inconsistent, discipline is unyielding. It is immune to changing circumstances. Motivation is the cold splash of water that wakes you up at night, discipline is the will that keeps you awake long enough to do something about it.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nMyzkpHmRZE/Vukhrg5EqaI/AAAAAAAAndA/8P-CIg078tIO7YiA1WQPld8gxkLi42Q1A/s1600/scares_you_try2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nMyzkpHmRZE/Vukhrg5EqaI/AAAAAAAAndA/8P-CIg078tIO7YiA1WQPld8gxkLi42Q1A/s320/scares_you_try2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Humans have the frightening ability to stand in a waterfall of inspiration and not absorb a single drop. No one can inspire you of their own volition. Pretty words on pretty pictures are as saccharine and banal as astrological signs. There's a visible disconnect between the half-hearted intent, and the actual effect.<br /><br />It worries me that I may not be living up to my full potential. It worries me even more that maybe I am. Motivation works on the assumption that we need a specific state of mind to function at optimal levels, discipline, by contrast forces our hand to perform when there are reasons not to.<br /><br /><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_Pqg7FiCvA/VuklS_hnsxI/AAAAAAAAngo/1XZ3Cmh-dXkaOZvpCdcMyt4Np0AknEl9A/s1600/iPad-BG-Do-What-You-Love-Love-What-You-Do.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_Pqg7FiCvA/VuklS_hnsxI/AAAAAAAAngo/1XZ3Cmh-dXkaOZvpCdcMyt4Np0AknEl9A/s320/iPad-BG-Do-What-You-Love-Love-What-You-Do.png" width="240" /></a>This is the faulty thinking that results in countless reiterations of the same logic - "If you don't do something you love <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="10df1da4-6fec-40c7-a7cb-a259a0c0302a" id="e33e8eb6-ca0a-496a-8a10-81da79e01c2a"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="7af52a86-749e-406e-ba62-75538ba1eb81" id="93834aa5-de80-43fa-a842-5e086131467a">as</gs></gs> work, then you will remain frustrated and dissatisfied".<br />I disagree. In the world we live in, we are expected to do things that no one in their right mind would be enthusiastic about. This doesn't mean that you don't do them. Of course, people try to drum up fake <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="e365ed09-63fb-43ae-913c-7c221f78a2b6" id="29c8c369-7f41-456f-bfa9-761fe2c0ad50"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="7a7e332a-9591-4074-a5b2-acaaed26debc" id="a6835b3d-97b5-466d-b22f-5961f2f9f0d3">motivation but</gs></gs> to me, that's not only delusional, but a form of self inflicted <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="e365ed09-63fb-43ae-913c-7c221f78a2b6" id="e235d350-e92f-491f-853b-debdf19e483c"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="7a7e332a-9591-4074-a5b2-acaaed26debc" id="8ca60efb-40cc-46cb-81ab-8fb089e7cdac">hypomania</gs></gs>. It leaves you burnt out after short spurts of elation.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://media.giphy.com/media/14uY44q6iY8k80/giphy.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://media.giphy.com/media/14uY44q6iY8k80/giphy.gif" style="cursor: move;" /></a></div><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="4e988f5f-e004-412a-bdac-9465eee4bc5a" id="296b20d0-1318-441e-9cfb-a651e155e3c2">Motivation</gs> is turning a lever to open the figurative door. Discipline is automating that process. Waiting till you feel like doing something is a self feeding procrastination loop that creates an un-fillable void.<br /><br /></div><blockquote class="tr_bq"><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">It gets easier. Every day it gets a little easier. But you gotta do it everyday, that's the hard part<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="2476a970-633a-439d-90ae-5d14b04b4915" id="3e3eab06-500c-4f23-a39c-f712b86fb57b"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="2476a970-633a-439d-90ae-5d14b04b4915" id="3e3eab06-500c-4f23-a39c-f712b86fb57b">.</gs></gs></span></blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"></span></blockquote></blockquote><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">But it does get easier.</span></blockquote></blockquote><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/R2_Mn-qRKjA" width="560"></iframe><br /></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/xQXsNqnMzmw" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2016/03/motivation-vs-discipline.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-46390165572782538912016-03-12T04:32:00.000+05:302016-03-12T04:32:33.934+05:30An open letter to everyone: Humanity is Awesome<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5-bh9vSC_s/U30p0OlaVlI/AAAAAAAAEVs/O4nKzIcISmY/s1600/V5hWc.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5-bh9vSC_s/U30p0OlaVlI/AAAAAAAAEVs/O4nKzIcISmY/s1600/V5hWc.png" /></a></div>I don't know what it is about me that screams sarcasm to people. Maybe it's because I use irony to mock people. Regardless, I continue to remain clueless. Another thing that is attributed to me is the distaste&nbsp;for humanity. Nothing could be more wrong. Well, maybe something could be, but this is somewhere near the top of that list. This post has absolutely no reason to go on for longer than one paragraph, which means it almost certainly will be longer than one paragraph. Take it as an open letter of sorts addressed to everyone<span class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="fd27d374-f181-489f-b0e3-8f2984a0ca76" id="28acbe3c-1f39-4afb-9a99-4e8a8f380586"><span class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="a482c3e5-c832-4e69-afda-eef2f9852848" id="720431be-093c-4414-9bde-8862c95b5764"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f1c728be-433f-4dd5-9255-763cc2916a04" id="a3aee1fb-3132-45a7-a6ae-35bfd0650dff">(</gs></span></span>~6 people who're reading this).<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I love humanity, and it's not some constrained&nbsp;love either, I do not profess to like one aspect of it while completely disregarding most of it. Yes, I like some elements more than others and even dislike some, but that does not mean humanity isn't amazing. Of course, seeing as I belong to it may skew my perspective a bit. I however, stand unmoved, humanity is awesome. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="141" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/StTqXEQ2l-Y" width="250"></iframe>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfMLJKAAO70/U30qThbCg0I/AAAAAAAAEV0/UQYFlgCza8I/s1600/diy-how-to-make-rainbow-cake-layered.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfMLJKAAO70/U30qThbCg0I/AAAAAAAAEV0/UQYFlgCza8I/s1600/diy-how-to-make-rainbow-cake-layered.jpg" width="293" /></a>No one can narrow the spectrums that humanity exists on, it is like a layered cake you're viewing sideways. Even so, I dislike quite a few people. Oh yes, disliking some people is not something I deny and there is <br /><span class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="96722608-3831-40b0-b6a6-701effab3dd0" id="5aeacbac-9a92-4215-b10c-f0f3a167f7da"><span class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="3addb54c-3cfe-4944-9573-eb32a1c1a656" id="c865e386-ff48-4efd-b229-b314f140d450"><span class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f6a84b6c-deeb-4da9-95d0-fc4bf895d525" id="92c84b62-383b-4db9-9e27-26f770c5b7d0"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="48ba9d78-88c0-47f1-8ca8-a8c045547480" id="3c085c98-2d9a-4f9d-9ed0-57dd5b616637">quite</gs></span></span></span> a lot of hate for people so few in number. Just because I like humans doesn't mean I like someone specifically. Flaws exist in everything and that is the basis for it to continue to better itself.<br /><br />Let me tell you why I love humanity. The answer is not because humanity is 'beautiful' or how 'heartwarming' some people are. None of those bullshit vague answers that don't mean anything once you stop reading them. Humans are just as cruel as they are heartwarming. They're just as dark as they're beautiful.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qPjS2J3TPcQ/U30snFTUtYI/AAAAAAAAEV8/ImTF1PrTTn8/s1600/unique_art_styles_shapes_and_nightmares_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qPjS2J3TPcQ/U30snFTUtYI/AAAAAAAAEV8/ImTF1PrTTn8/s1600/unique_art_styles_shapes_and_nightmares_2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>&nbsp;No, I find people to be the best thing ever. We are sentient, and therefore have the power to control and concentrate our thoughts. We are the only known species that can do this. That outright makes us special, but it is our minds that make us interesting.<br /><br />Discovery, research, art and so many other fields, whenever there is something new to be found, we find it. And it never ends, one man's life span is merely a hindrance to humanity's quest.<br /><br />We have always been constantly in conflict with our own limitations. The only way to escape the humdrum&nbsp;is to keep evolving, and <span class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="dae05343-9b4b-4dc5-b250-59b0c534a253" id="745fbcc9-06c8-427d-a775-d3f3dea472e2"><span class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="fffe2989-59e5-4d44-98b5-7b319e60daa5" id="999caf06-cf3b-40ae-a9d5-10cb6300f8be"><span class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="e80011e8-b9e1-414e-9ad8-39aa0ad64c80" id="c2e01917-5248-466f-a6e2-107ab0cf630f"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="b29f283a-c335-408d-8d9b-d860206a2c84" id="f8876625-6819-473f-9da4-a156660ce482">goddamnit</gs></span></span></span>! <span class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="dba6cb80-d2c2-4ee7-a2a0-eefea11839ae" id="c949a2be-6cc4-4d0b-848b-6812f7e85a03"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f8a0a5d1-d305-4be7-9df4-da7545c29424" id="3912763f-9bb7-4384-9f31-16c1d854949f">aren't</gs></span> we the best at that?<br /><br />People look for Heaven and Hell when everything to find is over here. We just have to discover it, and that is one of humanity's major selling points. Wherever you look, there's something new to find, something more exciting than anything else found before. And don't even get me started on humans. Everyone's unique. Every. Single. One. This does not mean they're all the same. Their uniqueness is not&nbsp;<span class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="ed7c7e56-14bd-48bb-b528-56013b6e27dd" id="c7ea45b4-5c57-4628-86bb-d78b546a6b84"><span class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="3556f8dc-b6dd-49b4-8367-9e32b7b1c407" id="4343ea73-848f-4f73-bd12-0fd0730d04ae">shared</span></span> on a linear plane.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wfTf7DrKqYI/U30j_PcWgWI/AAAAAAAAEVg/sVoxA0SNuRw/s1600/dnIaIaQ.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wfTf7DrKqYI/U30j_PcWgWI/AAAAAAAAEVg/sVoxA0SNuRw/s1600/dnIaIaQ.png" width="320" /></a>Whenever someone proclaims- 'we're all unique, so no one is', I secretly grind my teeth at the profound sounding load of crap. People are different to varying degrees in varying dimensions.<br /><br />Not all of these people are good. Not many of these are outwardly interesting. But those who are, make it worth your while to go discover people. We have <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="9458c474-14b6-4e07-88eb-abae67024917" id="19e1a5c2-4461-48e0-98fe-8856e21b59c8">undiscoverable</gs> boundaries and yet so many choose to revel in this gift like it's a curse. The ability to understand people and their motivations is something special to us. My faith in humanity is not restored because it never subsided.<br /><br /><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/Y1Y3pKOHl1M" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2014/05/an-open-letter-to-everyone-humanity-is.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-35041538430800377722016-02-28T02:17:00.000+05:302016-03-03T05:31:10.393+05:30The Touch of A Good Relationship<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://thebelgiansarecoming.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/stock-footage-beer-with-bubbles-and-foam-in-a-glass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://thebelgiansarecoming.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/stock-footage-beer-with-bubbles-and-foam-in-a-glass.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div>Drunk on the promise to forever stay in touch, you leave school. The establishment you've spent almost all your life in. Slowly, but surely, that flame flickers. Friends fade into acquaintances and then into people you used to know. You try to cling on to the good memories, who doesn't. But <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f681583c-2672-41fc-b295-b7c5609c0916" id="d1bb4c54-a2de-4f5c-8d8e-220e8feb549a">maintaning</gs> a balance between the past and the present while you move <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f681583c-2672-41fc-b295-b7c5609c0916" id="387c80ed-9e51-45f1-9d33-1b230bdcc422">onto</gs> the future is like <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f681583c-2672-41fc-b295-b7c5609c0916" id="d7d2853b-a633-4bc2-9e5b-127f5e100470">rollerblading</gs>&nbsp;backwards.<br /><br /><a href="https://apronhead.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/067-copy-copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://apronhead.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/067-copy-copy.jpg" width="320" /></a>Not all relationships are permanent. And that's okay. You can be great friends during a particular phase of your life without having to regret leaving them behind as you transcend that phase. It's not easy to admit, or to accept. But&nbsp;some friends are borne out of the situation more than compatibility.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AFEeLHOJhug/Vtd-aYMwx4I/AAAAAAAAmvQ/1dhPRrJJUT8/s1600/IMG_20160301_051713.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AFEeLHOJhug/Vtd-aYMwx4I/AAAAAAAAmvQ/1dhPRrJJUT8/s400/IMG_20160301_051713.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Trying desperately to keep in touch is like trying to stop an <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="c2098869-33e6-4afc-ba1c-ff7ce2b8f955" id="a65db1da-5691-4959-882f-4a6b76489122"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="3a903930-1785-4d94-9478-d3670780bc10" id="ec545de2-982c-499e-9380-05be44fbba2b"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="c75f3836-5448-49d3-a8b3-2236d4bb5153" id="fc4ee0c7-f345-486e-ba3b-b1dfced96800">icecube</gs></gs></gs>&nbsp;from melting by holding it in your hands. The more you try, the harder it fails.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />While I think loyalty is absolute and needs to be unwavering, drifting off isn't always abandoning someone. Once someone gets close enough to me, they know that they have my unquestioning loyalty. It doesn't mean that years down the road they can't call upon it<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="73321cb8-0cf6-4fd4-abbb-16ea70fcb20d" id="44b61131-a70e-4ece-888e-bf463bb81896"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="a767084c-1706-4ea0-9aaa-675f9af638c2" id="950649a6-c0b1-4d64-9920-9bc876813097"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="d4f8d19d-7475-4f58-98a8-0cd386df3195" id="065258c9-ce94-4daf-b20c-02cc1fd5681a">(</gs></gs></gs>much like Vito Corleone), but it also doesn't mean that we need to be in constant contact all that while,<br /><br /><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MVBw7Jv3A_E/VtIBSo1VWOI/AAAAAAAAmkU/W0xcWoQcxgU/s1600/Live.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MVBw7Jv3A_E/VtIBSo1VWOI/AAAAAAAAmkU/W0xcWoQcxgU/s400/Live.jpg" width="400" /></a>Loyalty doesn't mean you always try to help or interfere. Loyalty to me, means letting the person live their life however they want to, but with a promise to be there for them if all hell breaks loose. You don't need a backup parachute, until you do. <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="4d8461ab-3676-40c5-84d7-2a5ce70f74f5" id="783b501c-2ce4-4077-b2de-42b071ee907a">Being lo</gs>yal also doesn't mean compromising your integrity and being influenced by the person you're&nbsp;swearing fealty to. As Stephen Chbosky put it: "<b>I'll die for you, but I won't live for you</b>"<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.graphix1.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/wine-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.graphix1.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/wine-18.jpg" height="212" width="320" /></a></div>A good relationship when you're young is like fine wine when you're a teenager looking to get wasted. Only later do you appreciate your lucky good taste. <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="e2ac1c1e-60d5-4c2f-a074-864251a9c0e8" id="dc7278cb-082f-4884-bc7d-92e7f17c5d2a"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="607108f6-b979-466c-b2e5-aac625abb12b" id="43452921-3219-4f27-adc8-d2f6b2d5e560">Friendships</gs></gs> forged in the clay of youth get cemented well into adulthood.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://i0.wp.com/www.handsofintegration.com/wp-content/uploads/light_in_dark7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://i0.wp.com/www.handsofintegration.com/wp-content/uploads/light_in_dark7.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Just because losing touch is as natural as growing older, it doesn't mean that all your relationships are for naught. There will always be people that you'll remain entangled with. And don't forget, You only need one flicker of light, to erase the darkness.<br /><br /><span style="color: #38761d;"><br /></span><span style="color: #38761d;"><br /></span> <span style="color: #38761d;"><br /></span> <span style="color: #38761d;">Listen to this post:&nbsp;https://soundcloud.com/bored_inside/the-touch-of-a-good-relationship</span><br /><iframe frameborder="no" height="300" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/249218825&amp;auto_play=false&amp;hide_related=false&amp;show_comments=true&amp;show_user=true&amp;show_reposts=false&amp;visual=true" width="100%"></iframe><br /><span style="color: #38761d;"><br /></span></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/dotwJO3d6Nw" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com1http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2016/02/the-touch-of-good-relationship.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-25308135803540560162016-02-24T02:38:00.000+05:302016-02-24T02:38:42.240+05:30Concise Stories - Part4: 4 Words<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">4.</span></b><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nohGHzJ4jE4/VNEa22y68uI/AAAAAAAAKUY/BEd6RA1OXS8/s1600/Dyslexic%2Bman%2Bkills%2Bsanta..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nohGHzJ4jE4/VNEa22y68uI/AAAAAAAAKUY/BEd6RA1OXS8/s1600/Dyslexic%2Bman%2Bkills%2Bsanta..jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image source:&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2009/12/christmas_2009.html</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: small; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;">Dyslexic man kills&nbsp;santa.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8FCef1M1RLA/VNEa4h1hJVI/AAAAAAAAKUw/yFhTvLOwOIc/s1600/Pig%2Blatin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8FCef1M1RLA/VNEa4h1hJVI/AAAAAAAAKUw/yFhTvLOwOIc/s1600/Pig%2Blatin.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image source:&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">http://newnoisemagazine.com/album-review-flatliners-dead-language/</span></span><br /><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b><b>Dead anguagelay, Pig latin.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WLOS6RHOe3Q/VNEa20COxnI/AAAAAAAAKUc/KrHwuOnLmag/s1600/Dad%2Bquit%2Bsmoking.%2BForever..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WLOS6RHOe3Q/VNEa20COxnI/AAAAAAAAKUc/KrHwuOnLmag/s1600/Dad%2Bquit%2Bsmoking.%2BForever..jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image source:&nbsp;<span style="text-align: left;">http://wurstwisdom.com/picsbehd/quotes-on-smoking-kills</span></span><br /><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b><b>Dad quit smoking. Forever.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DrPfW28nizw/VNEa4R62yYI/AAAAAAAAKUo/o8HwJeksM7w/s1600/Mother%2Bdied%2C%2Bfather%2Bdrank..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DrPfW28nizw/VNEa4R62yYI/AAAAAAAAKUo/o8HwJeksM7w/s1600/Mother%2Bdied%2C%2Bfather%2Bdrank..jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image source:&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">http://bunnis.deviantart.com/art/Abandoned-childhood-52337766</span></span><span style="font-size: small; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small; text-align: left;"><b>Mother died, father drank.</b></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8awDHv0odE/VNEa2lSvmxI/AAAAAAAAKUU/a5Kw_OskT1k/s1600/Checked%2Bmirror.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8awDHv0odE/VNEa2lSvmxI/AAAAAAAAKUU/a5Kw_OskT1k/s1600/Checked%2Bmirror.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image source:&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">https://stellagrasso.wordpress.com/2013/07/16/mirror-mirror/</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="font-size: small; text-align: left;"><b>Checked mirror. Reflection blinked</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cwUERhGbI-4/VNEa40YEe5I/AAAAAAAAKUs/0efelOGeRnE/s1600/Two%2Blives%2C%2Bmurder-suicide..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cwUERhGbI-4/VNEa40YEe5I/AAAAAAAAKUs/0efelOGeRnE/s1600/Two%2Blives%2C%2Bmurder-suicide..jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Two lives, murder-suicide.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/1Djp89S2I9k" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com1http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2016/02/concise-stories-part4-4-words.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-78765755032657526082016-02-12T14:12:00.000+05:302016-02-13T00:54:23.048+05:30These Problems Are The Good Ones To Have <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><iframe frameborder="no" height="200" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/246733438&amp;auto_play=false&amp;hide_related=false&amp;show_comments=true&amp;show_user=true&amp;show_reposts=false&amp;visual=true" width="100%"></iframe><br /><b><i>Listen to this post.</i></b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://cdn2.brooklynmuseum.org/images/opencollection/objects/size4/CUR.11.694.8994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://cdn2.brooklynmuseum.org/images/opencollection/objects/size4/CUR.11.694.8994.jpg" height="320" style="cursor: move;" width="317" /></a></div>As <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="a863a108-319a-4e7b-866f-952cb7d504ef" id="5d62ce12-eb07-4bda-9bec-9332fba5c118"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="a8fd3e12-d169-45e6-a98a-459722cff163" id="2cfe9001-aa9a-4e04-a9ce-24b9e589993e"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="532f683c-569d-4dd1-b56c-4cba3e9dfdbf" id="16cd0948-6acf-4824-a76c-81a8095d6537"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="532f683c-569d-4dd1-b56c-4cba3e9dfdbf" id="16cd0948-6acf-4824-a76c-81a8095d6537"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="2ce6e413-2b67-454b-9485-b58ec8fe2dbc" id="9b3b8d2e-718e-4afb-a242-16b10e3e61d3"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="2ce6e413-2b67-454b-9485-b58ec8fe2dbc" id="9b3b8d2e-718e-4afb-a242-16b10e3e61d3"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="8d179e36-fd82-45fa-84f5-cdcfd7ab6c61" id="73c0b9cf-197f-4e04-830a-ab275785219b"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="8d179e36-fd82-45fa-84f5-cdcfd7ab6c61" id="73c0b9cf-197f-4e04-830a-ab275785219b"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="6405c496-6028-4230-a36d-6816893f5030" id="eab608da-8dc7-4569-9638-e1011b9faccf"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="6405c496-6028-4230-a36d-6816893f5030" id="eab608da-8dc7-4569-9638-e1011b9faccf"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="e165e455-d5f3-407d-969c-825c1293446b" id="cdcad203-14be-4234-9e04-2cf2078cddd6">ironic</gs></gs></gs></gs></gs></gs></gs></gs></gs></gs></gs> to the title as it might sound, I've always found the "someone's got it worse" logic deeply flawed and belittling. But hear me out, someone having a bigger stick than you <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="5347f5a9-e809-4f04-bcbe-7074b094856c" id="c5a00c18-be4d-4543-8a72-215f8560b1c0"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="361a20f0-b173-4395-9563-d7576c488da6" id="74b8ccf3-d60d-449f-af19-28fca6dabe23"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="734631af-7db1-4881-a5fb-a7747e9b944a" id="812e40fe-b106-4407-8add-b0634e68b9d2">doesn't make</gs></gs></gs> yours any smaller.<br />And yet, I believe that the majority of the demography reading this post<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="ee7d014a-0d38-429d-bb0e-ce0ebce78823" id="c3db9801-9d94-4649-9bbb-02769713da17"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="81ed0e38-a671-4c25-8025-2c7af016e073" id="7df5f00f-2b4e-452a-83cb-987ce6895893"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="17803566-e65d-466d-a841-daa0e6a13912" id="63378e01-5d7e-4434-87ea-0886d8fe7492">(</gs></gs></gs>including me) faces problems that can be handled by us. We have the distinct ability to be self aware of our faults and issues while simultaneously being capable of solving them.<br /><br /><a href="https://unbreakablehurts.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/struggle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://unbreakablehurts.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/struggle.jpg" width="320" /></a>This doesn't mean that some problems aren't greater than others, and that many aren't a result of our victim complex. When all you've got is a hammer, all you see are nails. People looking to face an adversity can make even something like the daily chore of getting up into a life altering struggle. Even so, at least your own problems are quantifiable to you. Measurable and <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="26036c2a-0527-41be-826a-ee05ef1598f7" id="f252fc72-3ca3-4014-ab71-f382eba6186a"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="de64497c-8306-40f2-aa35-b0ab6f7128e7" id="4b84f552-53d2-4312-a882-2bb7fe4301e0">relatable</gs></gs>.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.ew.com/sites/default/files/i/2013/07/00/ironthrone.jpg%3Fw%3D300" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.ew.com/sites/default/files/i/2013/07/00/ironthrone.jpg%3Fw%3D300" height="290" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;I don't want to talk about privilege. It has been diluted and <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="484cb0cf-7f77-43a4-be3d-ab4744d454c2" id="588ef227-f251-44c3-b4ae-23a3096c8449"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="6de5ac5b-861e-4107-a253-38ad48ce7828" id="93e00e01-185d-449f-a6cd-4f58e3c8f466"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="c40ad0e2-ec57-44ee-83cd-99c35d21815d" id="e8f62cc4-97a4-43d9-9d7b-ff1fe14c95d0">pandered</gs></gs></gs> by such raving lunatics that it's a word without any substance by now. It just exists, meaningless and homeopathic. As inane and remote as it may be, some of us are more privileged than others. And it'd be a shame to not use that as an armor that protects us, instead of a knife that inflicts damage by way of excuses.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LS13Srme244/VSba862wUwI/AAAAAAAALnc/gw1y1qYRP9k/s1600/horriblesubs-ping-pong-the-animation-10-720p-mkv_snapshot_09-22_2014-06-15_12-01-44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LS13Srme244/VSba862wUwI/AAAAAAAALnc/gw1y1qYRP9k/s320/horriblesubs-ping-pong-the-animation-10-720p-mkv_snapshot_09-22_2014-06-15_12-01-44.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Sometimes even a star offense against a smart&nbsp;<span style="color: black;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="cc32ddbc-38b0-4f4f-b588-cc131be84d1a" id="188209a2-983a-4a0c-8c20-5a87be392de7" style="text-align: left;">defense</gs><span style="text-align: left;"> is a task in futility. And if life was a personification, it would most definitely be Floyd Mayweather. Even so, you can't afford to stop and take a loss. It's not that you can't handle your problems, it's the fact that dealing with them holds you back and then you need to play&nbsp;</span><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="b1bb19b4-33cd-4db9-a430-23fa24be0cf8" id="87dc7046-336d-4726-9ac2-b8da243e7057" style="text-align: left;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="a9252216-be1b-488a-a75e-eefe90ce35e2" id="7a66a0fc-2ede-4446-8262-bd625009c035"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="ba569088-69c1-43a1-9b17-9c8ca1e14033" id="745c25b7-89df-43a5-bb8b-92630bbd60d1">catchup</gs></gs></gs><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;with&nbsp;</span><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="b1bb19b4-33cd-4db9-a430-23fa24be0cf8" id="1b95e4cb-353f-4a66-a3fd-62faadf420e2" style="text-align: left;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="a9252216-be1b-488a-a75e-eefe90ce35e2" id="27708c19-fa0f-49a2-89bd-a1fa71367236"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="ba569088-69c1-43a1-9b17-9c8ca1e14033" id="495d5499-53d7-48e5-bbd6-bbeeb18b081b">the fastest</gs></gs></gs><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;sprint runner known to man - life. But something to consider is that it's not&nbsp;</span><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="357f805f-a425-4027-82d5-a1675d4fe13e" id="f920f1d5-0e39-4c1c-bf52-15d3055fbc0e" style="text-align: left;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="0482e84d-292d-45ef-87d0-ffcca450dca4" id="121749da-303f-4594-ae8d-24b48956b425"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="564b6d21-086b-4086-ab31-5003bedbc9c1" id="c1b6bc09-0208-436f-8563-6fb8bfed6d7a">life</gs></gs></gs><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;you're racing against, it's yourself.</span></span><br /><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.addictionblog.org/cherrycake/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Dealing-with-grief-to-prevent-drug-abuse-and-misuse1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://images.addictionblog.org/cherrycake/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Dealing-with-grief-to-prevent-drug-abuse-and-misuse1.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div>Everyone has their own way of dealing with life struggles. Some <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="b98a19dc-210f-4ae1-9404-19015ce344e6" id="0eda9dba-b11a-4b0e-971c-681e6f9d6c31"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="614dd1ec-ac65-40a1-b5ae-73af4248b58a" id="66848ccf-61ed-4e3d-bd96-7b6120ef6d8f"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f2dc55df-2a0d-40e5-91b1-02792570f16b" id="8afeb827-bba0-4051-a266-bf3672c830b2">cut</gs></gs></gs> friends off, some <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="b98a19dc-210f-4ae1-9404-19015ce344e6" id="32b8313c-d41d-4df6-b5d2-a8f753015d0d"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="614dd1ec-ac65-40a1-b5ae-73af4248b58a" id="5ce0ce15-c21e-42fc-adb5-94a3e913dcb7"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f2dc55df-2a0d-40e5-91b1-02792570f16b" id="d877cd8c-b9b7-4726-9982-27742c5931bc">reel</gs></gs></gs> them in. While it's important to remember that good friends will be by your side regardless of you telling them your problems, or not. I do not believe that every problem needs to be shared or announced to the world, but it doesn't make you weak if that's your thing either. What's important is to not let it consume you like wildfire. As strong as a comeback can be, not falling into the pit is always better than to lose yourself fighting your demons alone, and winning.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/1/3502673_a8348e9d8d_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/1/3502673_a8348e9d8d_b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />In my <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="d1633975-2c4b-40b2-9e35-c383078c7dfb" id="f1830602-5b34-4363-aa88-ab6407f7a01c"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="1f752079-8524-41ac-909b-815e68786a27" id="99547156-f716-44e2-aeba-34084d203e20">opinion it's</gs></gs> better to have a big problem you can resolve yourself than live with smaller unsolvable ones <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="d1633975-2c4b-40b2-9e35-c383078c7dfb" id="116f2056-4d5d-4509-966f-c125740aadc5"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="1f752079-8524-41ac-909b-815e68786a27" id="00abe534-c357-4568-9c9f-14bb7917f634">everyday</gs></gs>. Here's to hoping that the next problem you face, and make no mistake you will face one or the other, is well within your means<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #666666;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="12c4fe3a-7f9b-4375-98ee-992d8d7a913f" id="aeb07a1e-3460-456d-9309-03a949ab18a8"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="b41cba27-0bae-4ba9-b3fa-b3fa99daf911" id="4fdedc51-e9a0-419f-823a-52aee8b7d958">Freefallin</gs></gs>' when you shook from the pack</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #666666;">Keep <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="5c588ccb-752a-4cb1-aa2b-9648450c98e7" id="2ebdb12d-15ce-40b7-9ce8-dc6387192d78"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="be4ba406-80a4-4225-b084-21725314e18d" id="b7fee922-093b-43ff-b086-aa3ee1f9da1a">walkin</gs></gs>', let the foot leave a track</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #666666;">We often <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="5e867dc2-1af7-4564-8f95-5a18335f9626" id="b937520a-8ee9-4596-b588-21e986346c54"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="6468c90d-0313-4b50-84ca-fbe16c744ca7" id="6dcc153a-05a3-40b3-8480-e74e122ec452">gotta</gs></gs> look for the path</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #666666;">These problems are the good ones to have</span></i></div></blockquote></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/8EouwnxyEyE" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2016/02/these-problems-are-good-ones-to-have.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-10713635937697890162015-12-22T17:18:00.001+05:302015-12-22T18:28:46.129+05:30Misery, Oh Sweet Misery<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://vividlife.me/ultimate/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/woman-entrepreneur-self-sabotage1-e1348148788360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://vividlife.me/ultimate/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/woman-entrepreneur-self-sabotage1-e1348148788360.jpg" height="257" width="400" /></a><br />People tend to find being miserable&nbsp;as a way of living deeply. Deeper than what the other faceless masses of the world are accustomed to. We often announce our pains zealously, even competing with each other about who's more miserable. It makes our personality more 'intense' and 'sensitive' to the abhorrent ways of the world. You can't make yourself happy, but making yourself miserable is an easy task.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://dirtyhorror.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/american-psycho-bateman.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://dirtyhorror.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/american-psycho-bateman.jpeg" height="217" width="400" /></a></div><br />Misery can feel <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="75e1964b-2baf-4b28-a642-1d8c08a3d5f1" id="9cf6987a-d5f7-4a4d-9ff4-2b50330163c5"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="75e1964b-2baf-4b28-a642-1d8c08a3d5f1" id="9cf6987a-d5f7-4a4d-9ff4-2b50330163c5"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="c9a5eb97-cd99-46cd-9b61-1023f461efd9" id="be17c13f-a37c-45bd-9b57-e1be0fb30ed0"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="c9a5eb97-cd99-46cd-9b61-1023f461efd9" id="facd8248-d56f-4520-80e5-522cc60a3172"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="eb245885-d9e3-4ed3-b01b-6837d2bd68f1" id="f99079d2-9316-4716-8e5b-1dc549b91627"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f9d9f8b5-d3df-43b7-b124-456df98ecd1f" id="b88b7741-a7eb-490b-8819-4961fde91be3">satisfying</gs></gs></gs></gs></gs></gs> in a hollow, selfish sort of way. The times when I'm sad are also the times I'm really cynical to other people. You can see everyone's faults, even your own. But that brutality has a sense of gratification. I've often felt that cynicism is an attribute of the <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="ae9f82bd-304e-4477-8cad-13f345400ab7" id="b3dbf10d-c083-4b8a-b0e5-57342d194fa9"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="d7a4f60d-bbd8-40d1-80f6-d02cee9a731f" id="2b8c1654-3e52-440f-8fb6-29c0da4748b6">smug</gs></gs>. You silently announce to the world that you know better than their rosy-eyed naive outlook. You know that things are worse than these people think, that only you can observe them. You hold people up to ridiculously high standards, believing that you're just being honest.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.wisegeek.com/woman-consoles-man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://images.wisegeek.com/woman-consoles-man.jpg" height="219" width="320" /></a></div>When you're feeling miserable, you're taken care of. Everyone listens to you and tries to pitch in. After all, who would want to hurt a sad person? But being happy does not provide the same compassionate sympathy. It's easier for people to forget you when you're happy and in your own world. When you're miserable, you're aware of your existence.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="color: #444444;">The society exists on misery. Misery is a great <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="9790a09a-1230-4231-b581-ff113aaa3882" id="5ff7249c-0c85-4d93-a3f2-1ae0fe87dcfa"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="955f2f5c-9bdc-4549-9039-addd8921c12e" id="413a8eea-e71c-40dd-ba3e-449c0d3393af"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="7b615e89-421c-430f-865d-7de9108b1c0a" id="f8949e74-ae15-4c3a-9e20-6ac7226c2335"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="ca6bc158-8b27-4b0f-b508-2d04e8d32824" id="67297af7-f808-4e4c-a894-606c9a8b81bc">investemt</gs></gs></gs></gs>. &nbsp;-Osho</span></blockquote><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://sofrep.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/sofrep-facing-adversity-opt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://sofrep.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/sofrep-facing-adversity-opt.jpg" height="148" width="320" /></a></div>People always want an adversity to overcome, to have a struggle of their own. Something that brings them <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="42b00e90-377d-420a-9838-2d923a4ea30e" id="f039af5f-7507-46d2-bdd8-19194d88f180"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="08f2fcf9-b14b-4b6f-9ca8-5d6bccc5e533" id="4c63d658-2cde-41c7-af9f-d34bb2479da1"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="2ad030e2-6839-46a4-811e-7dbe3633a641" id="cdd249eb-fae9-4c21-8867-8fe2486df690"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="29671363-6a1e-4ce6-b76e-7f2e68486498" id="99861c5a-992c-400e-8434-e90c299ea845">pain but</gs></gs></gs></gs> the satisfaction of making a difference - whether in their lives or the world. But being sad provides a quasi-happiness. You create your own problems to overcome and then go looking for a solution to them.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.rauwblog.nl/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/empty-chocolate-box-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.rauwblog.nl/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/empty-chocolate-box-2.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><a href="http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2015/03/the-sound-of-silence.html" target="_blank">Most people </a><a href="http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2015/03/the-sound-of-silence.html" target="_blank">don't like silence</a>, but what's worse than the lack of any auditory signals to your ears is the silence inside you. And that's terrifying, not being able to feel anything, not even <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="0d6eb8c1-03d4-4a84-bfff-a6db16c07e42" id="2b48cf46-f530-484c-91f4-67fa1b310176"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="393c014c-c864-47c9-bc12-2aadf91fde9f" id="a0e38e06-5817-44ce-8832-03c236c649b0"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="19a0eb92-5402-4a62-9653-4859f84f2d04" id="aa8d565a-1f29-4cb5-860f-83bb426e1531"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="ec49e252-24ca-44a8-b35a-3b5d269edc72" id="869db8ac-6b25-4592-858f-c610c393d3b5">sadness</gs></gs></gs></gs>. And so you start believing being miserable is inevitable, so why not get on par with it? Misery feels safe. It is better than feeling a tidal wave of unfamiliar emotions.<br /><br /><a href="https://thoughtcatalog.files.wordpress.com/2014/10/shutterstock_185441447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://thoughtcatalog.files.wordpress.com/2014/10/shutterstock_185441447.jpg" width="320" /></a>Misery gives you a self published identity.&nbsp;A boundary between the world and yourself, something you can insulate yourself within<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="a24262af-2fab-4678-919a-9b8b04e68b4d" id="c2146dd2-1fe5-492f-a7cc-f161abc35d70"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="fa3a7c3c-9765-4e6d-8f70-d4475200ec18" id="ed1468c8-99f3-4d4b-b85a-a75284846dc5">.</gs></gs>So you latch onto this false identity because without it, you're just another nobody. Another faceless person among the masses. It gives you problems to solve, even if they are self created.<br /><br />Feeling cynical and being sad can make you think that you're being honest. But people are not thoughtless victims of an oblivious society. Being content or keeping a positive attitude doesn't make you yet another sheep without an identity. Hating and raging against the world is a waste of time if there is no cause.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://lethallystupid.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/chopper-eric-bana-pointing-gun-to-his-head1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://lethallystupid.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/chopper-eric-bana-pointing-gun-to-his-head1.jpg" height="209" width="320" /></a></div>There is no deep, dark, intrinsic value in everything, waiting to be found by the special broken ones. Misery is a self-feeding emotion that can lull you into thinking you're <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="182d5cb8-52f9-4cd2-aeb7-c6335f90dbc1" id="8fa986ff-7756-4efc-a495-233ce9bacb53"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="056449b3-80a3-4dc0-b146-aa68940877b0" id="c8631e56-4ece-4719-ba08-1df74a76d121"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f64e6d1e-0f70-4881-8a11-21ecf77d04db" id="2dac665b-ce4b-4325-8112-c9abf6ce4e56"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f64e6d1e-0f70-4881-8a11-21ecf77d04db" id="6972507e-feda-43ac-b13a-adf8d89293ec"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f64e6d1e-0f70-4881-8a11-21ecf77d04db" id="73d7ea07-8bf5-4340-9ae0-37c0c4a6b2f7"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="0bcb9153-077b-4dc5-b665-8806efc4e6f7" id="92c95e81-39e8-4789-a10f-aacb16bccd06">special but</gs></gs></gs></gs></gs></gs>&nbsp;emotional pain is not the only way to distinguish 'you' from a horde of 'others'. Misery is but another weapon in our self-sabotaging arsenal.</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/TTpRbzz1n8Y" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2015/12/misery-oh-sweet-misery.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-7389475648623108972015-09-08T01:18:00.000+05:302016-01-17T17:15:11.754+05:30Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://wetravelandblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/for-my-baby-girlllll-1-of-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://wetravelandblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/for-my-baby-girlllll-1-of-1.jpg" height="282" width="320" /></a></div>There are 24 hours in a day. Seems simple enough. Then why is it that the last 8 of them have an air of mystery about them?<br />The night envelopes you like an oversized hoodie, and it is equally comforting. Night can also offer unexpected treasures. Houses begin to glow from inside. The Earth seems to spin progressively slower until a certain stillness settles in. But do we really know about what goes on at night, when most of us are sleeping soundly and at our most vulnerable.<br />Do you really know a person when you don't know who they are at night?<br /><br />Night is one large span of time that seems to go on. There are no inconsistencies, it is night and then it isn't anymore. Most if us have gone through the teenage night owl phase where night is refreshing and fun and forbidden. It brings a risque sense of adventure. But true night owls are genetically pre-programmed. Most people are hummingbirds. Neither night owls nor morning larks. They fall somewhere in between.<br /><br /><a href="http://p1.pichost.me/i/52/1761137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://p1.pichost.me/i/52/1761137.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a>At night, the lines are blurred between reality and fiction. Special occasions take place at nighttime - parties, dinners, galas. The night offers a sense of freedom and lowered inhibition. But it also allows for self indulgence. &nbsp;Things get said that wouldn't otherwise find a listening ear in the light of day.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://ordiate.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/find-the-fear-generator.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ordiate.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/find-the-fear-generator.jpg" height="320" width="254" /></a></div>A sense of impossibility, an awe, but also a sense of foreboding. There are no barriers to&nbsp;knowing what's going in our lives at night<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="8f659fe1-9f0d-40e6-b31c-3c3b423cbe8b" id="417437fd-4795-49ed-af7b-5e422561c516"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="67033e3e-8896-4cd2-8f30-a011698ee955" id="26c25d1f-c9e9-489b-8382-89189754a184">.&nbsp;</gs></gs>You are forced to introspect and scratch the painfully repressed itches in your soul. Under cover of darkness, our mind meanders into unknown territories. There are no parameters as to where the thoughts can go. S<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="39770178-441d-43dc-aa06-ce99886effa6" id="69416e79-a5ae-4e7b-ab9f-b31dab78ad3b">ometimes</gs>&nbsp;shrouded in privacy and a curtain of secrecy, and sometimes barely recognizable as our own. The hours of dark can bring over an unsettling effect on those who prefer the comfort of&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="ed5fc908-c8ee-4a3a-9181-7dd8cb81b283" id="8bde54a7-2285-45ec-ae77-1300d942756d"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="e47f016a-d1bb-4775-9fa1-d784f6ff6455" id="bbcf7a68-3ed1-455b-a59f-1b530d6e9034"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f3624994-6133-4f39-90c3-6c034b5e1a41" id="91f31165-4892-44f6-bf04-9559e60039d8">day</gs></gs></gs>.<br /><br /><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="0e33cab3-2b1d-484b-93fb-425b2432416f" id="e33bcc0f-6d2f-4093-9f74-bfb15fb1a0f6"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="0e33cab3-2b1d-484b-93fb-425b2432416f" id="e33bcc0f-6d2f-4093-9f74-bfb15fb1a0f6"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="2b03fe64-a7c6-448b-a8e0-b2fbd54020e8" id="e84f03e7-3a81-4a75-9ec3-22e8954c7707">Night</gs></gs></gs>&nbsp;doesn't always hide things. Sometimes, it reveals them until they're so apparent that you cannot ignore them anymore. The night is a portal to a different life that we lead in the after hours. Night can be like a&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="bb72f035-ce79-4029-a7ec-78e2ef95b682" id="fc5e75eb-9580-4819-b077-3def77a6cd91">funhouse</gs>&nbsp;mirror of what's inside us. It can be euphoric or meditative. Or it can be lethargic and forced<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="23064374-6be5-4041-8a64-98b3e0db89f4" id="2cc4ba80-78e8-465d-81c4-84bf72d46f81">.</gs>What do you think of when you imagine the night?<br /><br /><br /><iframe src="https://strawpoll.me/embed_1/5425368" style="border: 0; height: 660px; width: 600px;">Loading poll...</iframe></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/8RTtx89GEI4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2015/09/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-12167922444817729422015-09-03T00:34:00.001+05:302015-09-03T18:56:07.853+05:30(Dis)Satisfaction<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large/internal-restlessness-eternal-paulo-zerbato.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large/internal-restlessness-eternal-paulo-zerbato.jpg" height="296" width="320"></a></div>Being satisfied is one of those <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="252a4326-c9bc-427f-8696-1bc3db3387f9" id="d76e4484-b7f6-48e3-9acf-005468b99119"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="ff223cc0-fcff-4afe-af9b-4e9485ea2804" id="90869a70-f4fb-40fe-b8a0-2b3cf90e92ff">rare fleeting</gs></gs> moments in which you find fulfillment. When your needs are catered <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="123a6664-f4d5-4745-8ddc-e53b595ae56c" id="2f503068-b1f1-4601-893f-c3aa79ae6480">to</gs> and your&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="123a6664-f4d5-4745-8ddc-e53b595ae56c" id="73a1732a-603d-41e7-988c-2c4d5640fc08">life</gs> enriched. It is when the work that you put into something is equivalent to the reward you got.<br><br>Dissatisfaction can come in waves like a traffic on an expressway or be constant like a stream of an overflowing river. It resides in the back of your head, driving your every move ever so subtly till you're a <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="4af747ce-512b-4b92-bbbc-3fc01f83ab6c" id="81cbaf3e-d17d-4653-99f6-ad9d32aaa894"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="4b5ee890-260b-46d4-8234-13eb26ae71ba" id="3ee2ec43-098c-46a3-826b-4e83f67ee313">husk</gs></gs> who takes no real pleasure from their habits but just<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="4af747ce-512b-4b92-bbbc-3fc01f83ab6c" id="6fcdfdf9-8801-4d1c-9b1f-518592f68206"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="4b5ee890-260b-46d4-8234-13eb26ae71ba" id="329086d6-7ceb-4f1b-823f-a235f684b057">...</gs></gs>exists.<br><br>In medieval times, the&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="9e810340-5777-44a1-8dfc-b7c8929796f8" id="ef196637-651a-4c31-ab35-a3de7f67d7c7">average human lifespan</gs>&nbsp;lay somewhere in the mid thirties. Now that we comparatively don't have a lot to complain about<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="4bf42fd2-8113-4ca7-9ffb-27c290fe362a" id="8d03e0f5-4e6e-4eb6-bcac-0692fbb46c33"> ,</gs> our lives are defined by what goes wrong instead of what is right. Every victory comes with its little flaws. Things would've gone perfect if only...<br><br><a href="http://onestep4ward.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Screen-Shot-2013-05-07-at-11.19.33-PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://onestep4ward.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Screen-Shot-2013-05-07-at-11.19.33-PM.png" height="213" width="320"></a>Satisfaction from the work we do and the life we lead has been a primary goal of human endeavors. That's why there are so many depressed rich people. In a <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="1737c74d-b251-4c80-8eb1-85c5a706d2f9" id="60e63ae2-9eaa-4baa-8f36-dba51a0b1e1f"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f84a218c-bcc3-4a34-ab2e-e0f0ecfe88a8" id="9e28fb57-f498-4d6f-a7a4-34e9af40d005">survey it</gs></gs> was found that apathy, general indifference and depression has been growing amongst rich kids who did not earn their inheritance.<br>You can be dissatisfied even if you live a life of excess, fuelled by lavishes and praise. You can feel satisfied even if you don't own anything&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="0419ac05-ed2f-4c5a-ab13-ab4541c2612d" id="40be1b90-8eb7-472a-8081-08007a23c4fc"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="288c5d40-1839-40e3-9640-88b433b12535" id="4f6d752f-e870-4934-ab01-6ba36dc607a5">to</gs></gs>&nbsp;your name and live amongst nomads.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XHkIY76hGiU/VedCUR092MI/AAAAAAAAVy0/pk-dy-2sFPQ/s1600/outer_space_nebulae_gas_cloud_desktop_1366x768_hd-wallpaper-1086090.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XHkIY76hGiU/VedCUR092MI/AAAAAAAAVy0/pk-dy-2sFPQ/s320/outer_space_nebulae_gas_cloud_desktop_1366x768_hd-wallpaper-1086090.png" width="320"></a></div>If satisfaction is a cloud of enrichment, slowly being absorbed into your every orifice and changing your outlook, dissatisfaction is the stink rising from your decomposing failures. I <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f5c22a5c-0d24-4b96-b138-b638d46c70c9" id="6ca25015-bcb0-44dc-aa51-20dd6bc28bb5"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="920e3c91-863a-4ad0-ab97-abd8e26432e5" id="832a0138-329d-4d4e-a80c-ac6a4bcd268b">believe then</gs></gs> when a person does not have any goals, something to strive <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f5c22a5c-0d24-4b96-b138-b638d46c70c9" id="6f479b6f-404b-4456-9b86-8f673c5a5a72"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="920e3c91-863a-4ad0-ab97-abd8e26432e5" id="47a22266-1838-4dab-992d-635de3333103">for or</gs></gs> just a plain old challenge, their lives resort to a mindless stream of repetitive ennui.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BI1SgA83jDY/VedD9pjn8wI/AAAAAAAAVzE/B2pwkKx9f6g/s1600/ennui.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BI1SgA83jDY/VedD9pjn8wI/AAAAAAAAVzE/B2pwkKx9f6g/s320/ennui.jpg" width="320"></a></div><br>Ennui is a curious word. It means&nbsp;a feeling of listlessness and dissatisfaction arising from a lack of occupation or excitement. People take pride in being lazy and still being able to achieve their goals. How is it that the lack of work can make them so unhappy and restless.<br><br>Chasing satisfaction from the work we <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="814d0862-f7fa-4107-a6bb-b89519174df0" id="4a68bf96-aa6c-4dd7-9bb8-f445084b99e8"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="6eb099df-f0df-499e-9ea2-6e1440326f67" id="7133e579-8911-49f7-86c7-5216d34c24ee">do has been</gs></gs> one of the primary sources of contentment. But that's not all someone has to be satisfied about. Satisfaction can also be an innate expression. When you see yourself changing and morphing into a person who fits into the shell of a human being that you want can be a satisfying transformation.<br><br>I think dissatisfaction has been growing amongst people because they have fit into their paradigm like a neat little shiny cog that turns and works like it's supposed to, but has no muses or flights of fancy to enrich itself.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9fga8YMoxL0/VedHhSnQpvI/AAAAAAAAVzQ/kv2TxcpRvk8/s1600/fs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9fga8YMoxL0/VedHhSnQpvI/AAAAAAAAVzQ/kv2TxcpRvk8/s320/fs.jpg" width="320"></a></div>&nbsp;Dissatisfaction is trying to walk up the&nbsp;escalator that's going down. It is<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="68232a76-794f-4dbc-9053-c915b99a60a1" id="191a639d-a7c0-4999-85b8-8fd332d707d0"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="8f5379b0-e765-4357-aa44-15e7f9b7a21d" id="b4b1bac9-bb28-48ea-ad86-d55732365b6e">&nbsp;opening</gs></gs>&nbsp;doors to rooms constructed in succession. It is playing a game of darts drunk, where none of them hit the target, but&nbsp;continuing to play thinking the next one will. It is watching the sands of an hourglass come falling down only for them to reset every time. It is smoking a cigarette not because you want to, but because you don't have anything else to do. It is owning the best gadget and then realizing there's something even better because <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKk1u5RMTn4" target="_blank">enough is not the same it was before...</a><br><br></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/_g_5607miVA" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2015/09/dissatisfaction.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-65382683420257456142015-08-09T03:38:00.000+05:302015-08-09T03:49:03.636+05:30Untested Morals, Changing Beliefs and A Sinking Ship<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OT6VqwSzXMc/VcZ-ryZF5BI/AAAAAAAAP6s/a5A-TEsTHgw/s1600/Values.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OT6VqwSzXMc/VcZ-ryZF5BI/AAAAAAAAP6s/a5A-TEsTHgw/s400/Values.jpg" width="560" /></a></div>Most people have a set of morals they live by. Unsaid rules to govern them so that they can become and stay better human beings. Everyone likes to be a better person. Ethics and values are just one way we do that. They make us feel good about who we are.<br /><br />But we also lie to others about these values. If these same morals get between us and our wants, they turn into annoyances. Mindless interruptions or obstacles that need to be scaled or dissolved to fit your new set of justifications.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IcdGHKeTJ7I/VcZx2VtXIII/AAAAAAAAP6g/UavMeytBRq4/s1600/cloud-clarity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IcdGHKeTJ7I/VcZx2VtXIII/AAAAAAAAP6g/UavMeytBRq4/s320/cloud-clarity.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Untested morals are just beliefs that we think are right and just. Nothing like a pregnancy scare to transform a pro-lifer into an ardent pro-choice believer. And although this transformation might be a better choice, the&nbsp;factors leading to it were nothing short of selfish and spineless.<br /><br />Our values are a core set of who we are. We don't keep telling them to people to reinforce our belief in them. We trust them to be true and fair.&nbsp;Values should&nbsp;not be flexible. They don't change due to circumstance. What does change is how we choose to apply them.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://ieatgrass.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/596x373_62964_vegetariani-vs-carnivori.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ieatgrass.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/596x373_62964_vegetariani-vs-carnivori.jpg" height="200" width="320" /></a></div>One koan question I'd ask vegetarians is if you were homeless with no food and a man offered you edible meat that he was going to throw away. Would you rather eat that meat to satisfy your hunger or let him throw away the meat because it clashes with your values? The answer purely depends on who you are and what you believe in.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aryPAs1MLm8/VcZvxUo_liI/AAAAAAAAP6U/pB0fQQaimo0/s1600/beliefs1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aryPAs1MLm8/VcZvxUo_liI/AAAAAAAAP6U/pB0fQQaimo0/s400/beliefs1.jpg" width="560" /></a></div><br />Having beliefs does not make you any more a hero as having an opinion makes you right. Terrorists have excellent moral conviction. Although media <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="5cb7aa27-de88-4e1a-bbfe-dfa18aa8aa12" id="4a3a2daf-d475-45a3-b069-3670be24cd9a"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="1b4d21f0-8777-4ce8-84ed-43777a0a85c3" id="9f467001-6a1c-46a3-adf5-d5131630346a"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="53ba18c1-9cf5-48c4-b07e-9bb193c995fa" id="18752256-c8c0-4ce9-ae50-d17dd495752b">tries</gs></gs></gs> to portray them as cowards cowering behind weapons of mass destruction, they are brave, determined,&nbsp;but evil men and women. That bravery is <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="a1c40678-8764-4b1c-b642-1e5b7a31524e" id="b9df0639-a633-4826-9cbe-6629a837067b"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f1c05b53-7d75-4228-956a-6d4bd522d3b5" id="f6250987-72c9-47dc-bd4f-0c017a98d861"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="52172981-9ff4-4942-8955-a299ff89b6ff" id="be6a5a5e-5eed-4c66-8abc-c83f074052dc">belief</gs></gs></gs> and not <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="a1c40678-8764-4b1c-b642-1e5b7a31524e" id="d1f7c2c3-699b-406c-a900-84f05e77d8b4"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f1c05b53-7d75-4228-956a-6d4bd522d3b5" id="2bbabcb5-a55d-486e-abb9-f61a0bfca48a"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="52172981-9ff4-4942-8955-a299ff89b6ff" id="9343129f-9644-453a-b146-c527a77055f2">value</gs></gs></gs> which is inherently&nbsp;constructed to make you a finer&nbsp;individual with strong moral <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="a1c40678-8764-4b1c-b642-1e5b7a31524e" id="4b491553-78a7-494f-ab54-ac95552964db">fiber.</gs> Beliefs can be changed amicably, unlike shattering values.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d5KQHeueIGw/VcZ_EMHq3MI/AAAAAAAAP60/EANaoIi28_Q/s1600/lw_narm_132444_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="273" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d5KQHeueIGw/VcZ_EMHq3MI/AAAAAAAAP60/EANaoIi28_Q/s400/lw_narm_132444_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Changing your beliefs on the other hand, is like being the captain of a sinking ship who goes down <br /><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="5a15a459-f192-4db8-a68b-efbb15a60d83" id="0f0b1ff3-0f16-4899-acdd-d663a1a39ce5">with</gs> honor. You make your claim, defend it&nbsp;with vigor, and you admit defeat honorably at the hands of a superior opponent who was more prepared to dismantle your belief structure. The opponent can be another human, eternal stimuli, or a situation that made you perceive the same thing as before but with a new dimension. Like a 2D character in a 3D world.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8MnwDwu4vY/VcaAJpqWd8I/AAAAAAAAP7A/LUAv6TpniLg/s1600/what_do_you_believe_in__by_requestedrerun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8MnwDwu4vY/VcaAJpqWd8I/AAAAAAAAP7A/LUAv6TpniLg/s320/what_do_you_believe_in__by_requestedrerun.jpg" width="280" /></a></div>This is the reason that while values and beliefs might sound like the same thing, they are different. Although with hazy and unclear boundaries. So are the things you believe in your core values that are unflinching and adamantite, or are they just beliefs that can be changed whenever they suit your purpose?</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/vdDRV9A0jgY" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2015/08/untested-morals-changing-beliefs-and.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-68738668843577345522015-07-04T03:40:00.001+05:302015-07-04T23:34:42.969+05:30Permeating Sadness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ir7l_NfJqqU/VZcBiIUe-jI/AAAAAAAAPRs/Z1E9fsiBUZY/s1600/giphy.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="311" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ir7l_NfJqqU/VZcBiIUe-jI/AAAAAAAAPRs/Z1E9fsiBUZY/s640/giphy.gif" width="565" /></a></div>Sadness.<br />It's part of the life package that everyone gets once they arrive in the world.<br />But what is sadness? What purpose does it solve? At a glance, it would seem like sadness is just a negative reinforcement. That explanation seems very apt. It is also very wrong.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://mewlingmusings.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/03-28-11-dsc_0251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://mewlingmusings.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/03-28-11-dsc_0251.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Sadness is a natural reaction to a difficult situation. Like most&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="35b30e96-d0d8-4dd5-bc88-3b8381a95c90" id="6ff6de99-687e-4727-8d81-0c4b902059bd">emotions, </gs>it has other causes that are not related to external factors. It does not need to have a cause outside the self. You feel sad when a friend moves away, or when your life does not seem to have a purpose. Both of these make you sad, but they are different kinds of sadness.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.openlettersmonthly.com/stevereads/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/the-anatomy-of-melancholy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.openlettersmonthly.com/stevereads/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/the-anatomy-of-melancholy.jpg" height="320" width="208" /></a></div><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Burton_(scholar)" target="_blank">Robert Burton</a> spent his life studying the science of sadness. In his classic 'Anatomy of Melancholy', he wrote "He that <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="dd583a37-eeb4-4047-a286-a5b7b9e2d0b2" id="9f956e2b-7537-4992-b31c-e0ba3a2c8424">increaseth</gs> wisdom, increaseth&nbsp;sorrow". There is a long tradition of attempting to discern the value of sadness. It's not only an inevitable part of life, I believe it's an essential one as well.<br /><br /><br /><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="2b189644-f881-4143-bac0-657de31b58bb" id="7c1635ac-4279-4c54-a1ce-e56bb9b137f4">Sadness</gs>, as opposed to anger or violence, is an expression of suffering that&nbsp;immediately brings people closer to the person suffering. Unraveling sadness <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="ca5d6de6-3da7-46e2-83ee-12b7cbd7922d" id="62eed730-7db7-422b-90fb-621093740d4a">also leads</gs> to the inevitable question of whether the sadness felt by us is the same as sadness felt by some other person.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><div style="text-align: center;">I measure every <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f00a482d-5981-4f3e-a0c1-4f1d3b4fcf8b" id="53d9ca5d-0594-4fcf-843d-2f38519c71de"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="a9c55661-f63b-4177-8594-74859f35c752" id="245f9b97-3983-48ef-a9f3-5a8c6575e39f">grief I</gs></gs> meet,&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="7bc35f09-8f40-42ab-a302-a2f38e9eaba7" id="6b5c7760-6b71-431f-832c-e6f8dd2ad338"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="8803a703-2055-454f-906f-c81c01255a90" id="69528830-70b7-499e-b0ec-6f1c57fd62d0">with</gs></gs> narrow, probing eyes.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wonder if it weighs like mine</div><div style="text-align: center;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="662d5a20-d5a3-478a-a8b4-7eaa7da4113a" id="cb387f36-be5a-4a91-84d0-78d6a038c9e5"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="826d5190-16a5-40d4-ac66-98424a594040" id="e0efed5a-1d84-40d2-8fca-42ba974ed556">or</gs></gs> has an easier size</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;-<i>Emily Dickinson</i></div></blockquote><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img10.deviantart.net/cde4/i/2005/086/1/8/what__s_inside_your_head__by_reineke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img10.deviantart.net/cde4/i/2005/086/1/8/what__s_inside_your_head__by_reineke.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>But sadness is not a primitive stick based scale to be measured relatively. It is absolute. Either you are sad, or you are not. What the others feel has no way of affecting your own conditions, and yet it does. Humans have a way of projecting their selves onto other people. It's a tool of empathy, but it also leads to other despairing emotions like jealousy. The answer is, it's all just in your head.<br />Then again, so is everything else you feel. That doesn't make it any less real.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0N2D87F7F0E/VZcGvACzzQI/AAAAAAAAPR8/R7uLX2pz6PM/s1600/Melancholy%2Bof%2Blife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="295" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0N2D87F7F0E/VZcGvACzzQI/AAAAAAAAPR8/R7uLX2pz6PM/s400/Melancholy%2Bof%2Blife.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /></a></div>The Pixar movies -&nbsp;<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_MC3XuMvsDI" target="_blank">Inside Out</a>&nbsp;does a good job of cutting through all of the years of trends of the 'believe in yourself and everything will happen for you' movement. Sometimes we don't get what we want, that doesn't mean we cannot be good at what we do. No matter how badly you want to achieve something, that doesn't mean it's going to happen, but maybe you can get close to it.&nbsp;It's perfectly alright to not feel happy all the time. Sadness has its place.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/Netflix-Daredevil-Kingpin-570x285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/Netflix-Daredevil-Kingpin-570x285.jpg" height="200" width="400" /></a></div>Do we need to attack sadness with all the tools and weapons available to us like technology and genetic engineering, or is there something sad about a world without sadness? People talk about transforming walls into doors, but <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="fcd45d8a-80ee-4b54-b947-6e647630992c" id="e027ce92-c90c-4e6a-85b2-eb5cfff50e0b">walls</gs> keep us safe from the cold harshness of the outside. Sadness serves a purpose that's closely related <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="227de675-aa85-4a43-9bc7-700059a06b24" id="2d4dcda0-d1b9-4b4e-8c7c-43cf34eff4e1">with</gs> how we deal with challenges and issues. Removing the fuel gauge won't make your tank full.<br />Taking away sadness won't make you happy, it will just lead to nothingness.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/vv3GRgzcS0w" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2015/07/permeating-sadness.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-57413852248833174342015-06-27T20:35:00.000+05:302015-06-27T21:58:37.470+05:30Love, The Color of Rainbow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHIm9_VA3bU/VY6zgC_ACWI/AAAAAAAAPOs/lopgPcy8gPw/s1600/What%2Bis%2Blove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHIm9_VA3bU/VY6zgC_ACWI/AAAAAAAAPOs/lopgPcy8gPw/s1600/What%2Bis%2Blove.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more</i></td></tr></tbody></table>In the words of Haddaway, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CuDEP6eFkeA" target="_blank">What is love?</a><br /><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc683o8ShLQ/VY608zgdqtI/AAAAAAAAPO0/Tgj7S6GnzWM/s1600/27.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc683o8ShLQ/VY608zgdqtI/AAAAAAAAPO0/Tgj7S6GnzWM/s320/27.png" width="320" /></a>When you ask someone this seemingly philosophical question, people might tell you that '<i>Love is the most important thing there is</i>', '<i>it conquers all</i>', or even '<i>it's all you need</i>'. One common thread in all these statements <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="419f93d8-16f7-47ab-9c61-424ff4f19ee5" id="d48d70e3-ba55-48cf-88ab-596479fec1cc">are</gs> that all these are <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="419f93d8-16f7-47ab-9c61-424ff4f19ee5" id="8032b1c0-fd2f-4d35-895d-88d0f751c848">comparisons</gs> with other things. Love is very easy to compare, but difficult to define. Is it an emotion, a group of feelings, a signal from the brain, a universal truth?<br /><br />One thing is <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="97f2953c-bdc4-4458-bace-9f76eee81a4d" id="f4e4b9b4-f74a-4c02-9af3-c5aa53a1c18b"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="e6681a4b-95df-4a50-9718-3b663c7c8a83" id="6f9a0a4d-c30c-42ae-a88d-ac384f2534f3"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="a8f70ad1-0c56-4fcf-b7d8-1d686035802b" id="8d8882f2-c1ce-4c3f-a013-37d43c773045"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="d54b09cf-ad38-4f54-85f8-bc9e030a8a59" id="50cf29ba-f667-42d6-925e-a55edb832530">certain though</gs></gs></gs></gs>,&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="d78e3e08-e609-48fd-b12b-b8a7bdfa92fa" id="5fe1a1d5-55b9-48e3-b284-e9640b52bfcc">expressions</gs>&nbsp;of love, they are not very hard to find. Even then, you're not really defining love. You're comparing it in regards to other material objects or feelings.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTz5rkoc6UU/VY63P2LE0aI/AAAAAAAAPPE/lie9qlBogxs/s1600/cup-of-coffee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTz5rkoc6UU/VY63P2LE0aI/AAAAAAAAPPE/lie9qlBogxs/s320/cup-of-coffee.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Ranging from the innocent to severely graphic. One seemingly all-encompassing definition would be that it is the most important thing there is. But is it really? Sure love is more important than a cup of coffee. But is it more important&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="e254ddd2-daeb-4928-b573-f37c56b4e80b" id="0d10238e-68a6-460a-8ee3-67d86167447e"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="e6681a4b-95df-4a50-9718-3b663c7c8a83" id="982e8962-e3b2-4ad3-8a5a-354e7dcce051"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="ea6ac6de-4f6f-4bab-8044-0bcb421000ab" id="e55ffe0c-6080-4bbb-a81e-e2eb3dcd79ea">than say</gs></gs></gs>, your rationale, a home, or a great cup of coffee<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WMRl1A1uiNI/VY64T5eoh6I/AAAAAAAAPPM/mJeRWI34jEQ/s1600/melancoly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="146" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WMRl1A1uiNI/VY64T5eoh6I/AAAAAAAAPPM/mJeRWI34jEQ/s200/melancoly.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>One thing we know about love is that it has distinct social values in different cultures. Love in the West may&nbsp;be demonstrated in a form of public display of affection, but in the East it relates more with&nbsp;the subtler parts. One culture defines a failed attempt at finding your <i><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="cde49247-6fb5-4b95-ae34-d02d53e9810a" id="f5cfdbfb-4a99-425d-b1df-cd5daa6c8f5e"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="0395f9d2-c9f4-48e1-9f1c-e88784a0d7e4" id="764661a0-b1ee-4a25-970b-af08e8b696fd">soulmate</gs></gs></i>&nbsp;as <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="cde49247-6fb5-4b95-ae34-d02d53e9810a" id="76a94297-638d-468c-a2b9-f2b4da4e5949"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="0395f9d2-c9f4-48e1-9f1c-e88784a0d7e4" id="a48f77a8-1631-420a-979c-a1b520e2de4a">an</gs></gs> heartbreak. Others define&nbsp;it as the <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="e1ad9e20-3bef-45a8-acf2-658a53d19d5b" id="0c785383-f2e5-4034-aefa-20465d41a57b"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="0cb462d3-9109-4cf9-b60e-71409c4b88f5" id="20c0edfc-0741-4ec6-a9a2-c3607fde1168"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="477d9c5e-e34c-488b-81ca-4696ed6a6624" id="a29ba964-e747-4f74-b41a-7a12f364a401">heart</gs></gs></gs> getting bruised. <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="45dc92c5-0257-4e10-a07b-4c39898ad0de" id="b785bd41-88d5-43b1-b9a1-e2d15ed96fb3"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="e612961d-ef93-45ba-883d-3335101fbfaa" id="24213101-7846-4e35-ad0c-867af2cb340f">Anciant</gs></gs>&nbsp;Greek defined sadness as a black liquid flowing <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="45dc92c5-0257-4e10-a07b-4c39898ad0de" id="6f7037b1-8f08-4b8f-a139-559a5e08c85c"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="e612961d-ef93-45ba-883d-3335101fbfaa" id="d71460d5-c57b-4c07-8014-6cb6f10c382b">inside</gs></gs> our body.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HC4lOLUY6mA/VY62bDH0dmI/AAAAAAAAPO8/Mb0usQZiXSE/s1600/Jaime-and-Cersei.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HC4lOLUY6mA/VY62bDH0dmI/AAAAAAAAPO8/Mb0usQZiXSE/s320/Jaime-and-Cersei.png" width="320" /></a><br />Let's keep it focused on trying to define love for now. We all love our parents<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="b0c6212c-c356-4975-8835-8f9d4401ae56" id="3e4cd703-7df7-4ad2-866c-c4b127ec0c2e"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="a642ae0f-a73a-4e25-9b34-e77e6cbc4f63" id="8757addb-44ac-4b21-8a4d-70b8c755f8ff"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="38876e42-f917-45d0-a1eb-7e8e5032eeee" id="51b5fc28-1167-4bde-a067-530074ed375e">(</gs></gs></gs>I certainly hope so!), <br /><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="fae61b56-bfbe-496d-96ff-afc789292df4" id="2aa49e68-3901-4d50-9a3e-90edc94abc6e"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="390f8481-fec9-4787-8805-6491fba648cc" id="077ca435-dfff-403e-aedd-078234722863">and</gs></gs> to some extent our <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="0c993126-922b-49dd-9f8a-1c45375e2c46" id="7ee59d9e-bc29-4254-809b-1424272aeab6">r</gs>elationships with other people and partners are based on the relations we have with our family. Your love for your partner may be culturally or socially weird, but does that make it any less than the textbook version of love?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8bHw6DHLm0k/VY65apbNSAI/AAAAAAAAPPU/Q9RPjQ7aIRU/s1600/hugging-landoflove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="295" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8bHw6DHLm0k/VY65apbNSAI/AAAAAAAAPPU/Q9RPjQ7aIRU/s320/hugging-landoflove.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div>Love is a construct grounded in reality deriving from our set of behaviors. Sometimes you hug a person to display your love for them, or it can be the making love part of it. For some people bearing kids of their partner can be a form of expression. But then again, you can love a person who does not want kids or can't have them too. Someone who agrees both with the ideas of marriage and divorce.<br /><br />For something that has been thought about so much for so many centuries, it's bizarre that we still don't have a very concrete foundation for a definition. If love is a feeling, then feelings are dynamic. They change with time. How is it possible to hate someone you once used to love?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpTCHkDyAvo/VY66sUxMTjI/AAAAAAAAPPk/AHh5IpGX2z8/s1600/youtu.be-5sY4rhvB9LE%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpTCHkDyAvo/VY66sUxMTjI/AAAAAAAAPPk/AHh5IpGX2z8/s400/youtu.be-5sY4rhvB9LE%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a>It makes&nbsp;sense if you see love as an obsession, an addiction ranging from temporary to permanent for another human being. And when people fall off this addiction or grow a tolerance to it, love wears off. Maybe it is the reason some people die loving their <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="b85a5cde-e905-4a83-b14b-ba918d67c1d0" id="b0358471-e201-4899-9828-5c05ac4215ab"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="80c785bd-ea0d-44fa-9437-74cc7f1c4505" id="cf46e997-9397-4eab-89bd-871f6d5b0885"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="72015a93-63fd-43af-9bb2-cbaa968a10e6" id="c5f64f07-5ea3-4748-bf14-d40d0f6dce69">parter</gs></gs></gs> and some live to see it all fall apart. Asking someone who just fell into or out of love is like asking a gambling addict who just won/lost a fortune in a game of poker to describe money.<br /><br />What if love is just a way for Homo Sapiens to propagate&nbsp;their genes and&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="46368132-bd8c-4d56-bdab-b4b244f99b0f" id="797770b1-3b41-45ca-af5f-61705004492f">proliferate</gs>&nbsp;themselves. Nature's way to keep you continuing our species. If no two people are same, then maybe what they think love is isn't the same either. One thing is for <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="b5845a1f-d230-4a13-b8b8-16ff8bc1945b" id="ea20a2e3-888d-47f6-b847-8238f2e0d445"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="646503ff-6071-468d-80fa-caa78ea18aa8" id="b376ffed-c84e-48c8-9599-252d1c3b2a98"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f4e113cb-4a00-4112-b5ac-22721915cffe" id="0525c8b9-3d32-403b-b19d-493b62edcd01">sure however</gs></gs></gs>, you and I are as clueless about it all as we were when the post began. <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="87230a6e-cc42-4012-9eab-baabef8e8af9" id="01ce82ea-117d-4b7d-9015-f871c5464d5d"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="1999d7ee-9174-4464-82bd-aac7e00b9746" id="bbb17b58-72de-43cf-93b8-3bd90d414119"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="aff2be76-9251-437a-bbdc-ac3a192ee3ab" id="7e288eeb-3f1d-422b-bcc0-1522ae7f0eff">If however</gs></gs></gs>, you have an all encompassing definition of love that unifies all its edifices and factions, then comment and let me know.<br /><br /><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Special thanks to Dawn for the discussion about this endless and complicated topic)</span></i></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/P88fa_pbT1o" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com2http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2015/06/love-color-of-rainbow.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-46021801071012457462015-06-25T23:32:00.002+05:302015-06-25T23:51:31.696+05:30The Absolution of Ambition<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/19800000/Poets-of-the-Fall-poets-of-the-fall-19840277-1600-1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/19800000/Poets-of-the-Fall-poets-of-the-fall-19840277-1600-1200.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>We all want a little too much. Whether it's from others or our own life. The yearning to attain something to call our own is our ambition. Ambition goes beyond money, power and fame. It is the desire for a goal. Any goal.<br /><br />We lose <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="d60da811-823c-49dd-a4e0-4d6aa31b6ada" id="d3d94869-4f6f-4b29-bc01-763c3ded852a">ourselves waiting</gs> for the safer ride, a comfortable life. Accepting the sadness and limited scope of our <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="0a27f919-437d-4390-aa92-d06f4c434732" id="33e03eee-6722-4a9d-9039-06914eff5178">lives</gs>, people are equally scared of failing, as much as they're afraid to fly. Flying requires conscious effort and the dedication to land safely. Ambition requires passion and the eagerness to achieve what you want to.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://expertbeacon.com/sites/default/files/preventing_heartburn_is_easy_to_do_with_simple_lifestyle_changes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://expertbeacon.com/sites/default/files/preventing_heartburn_is_easy_to_do_with_simple_lifestyle_changes.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Ambition is not just wanting two cars, a well paying&nbsp;job or even a cushy life. Living in the present <br /><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="017e927c-1071-4048-b822-9689eaeb9321" id="15064941-b453-4370-bd03-78c2b04a521c">can</gs> still be an ambitious choice. A laid back lifestyle does not mean a life of lethargy and atrophy. It's not about how much you have, but how little you need to grow. Whether in your career or as a person. The desire to live a life without expectations about the times ahead, this type of ambition is not grounded in the future, but lies in the present.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J97iMsgcP4Q/VYxGbdVRqvI/AAAAAAAAPN8/LWE3fHgGoG4/s1600/shawshank-redemption-tim-robbins-andy-dufresne-rain-scene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J97iMsgcP4Q/VYxGbdVRqvI/AAAAAAAAPN8/LWE3fHgGoG4/s320/shawshank-redemption-tim-robbins-andy-dufresne-rain-scene.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The world will always be harsh on people whose ambitions are not grounded in the pursuit of wealth. It will make you doubt your every minute decision, every superficial action. It's like wading through a river of shit to get to the cleaner side.<br /><br />Even so, there is a difference between people who're zealous about living in the present, and those who <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="a475e1da-3eb5-495e-b44e-f43757d32306" id="727fa160-50e0-421d-b771-c31f1e189b0e"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="aa765f3a-cb72-4bd1-b076-816386ec538c" id="9e7ba016-4ac5-428a-9a71-0637855a6161">give</gs></gs> in and accept their self-created fate. A reason most people get tired of their ambitions and dreams too easily is because they mistake the thrill of novelty with the merit of its true value. You fantasize about how it would be if you accomplished those dreams, putting on a puppet show for the imagination that makes the brain respond to them as the real events. And that feels good. So good, in fact that the actual toil and effort to achieve those <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="33948880-bbd3-46f1-b808-1cff6e4b502d" id="ec7e99bf-7f4a-432e-963f-baaf5e2da45f">things then</gs> starts feeling&nbsp;less and less worth it.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.goodblogscdn.com/sites/www.breathinghappy.com/post_images/originals/497.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.goodblogscdn.com/sites/www.breathinghappy.com/post_images/originals/497.jpg" height="207" width="320" /></a></div>A reward created out of thin air feels better than the prospect of reward that has to be earned by putting in the&nbsp;work. You want to see yourself doing it, knowing that at the end of the day, you don't actually have to do it. That's not <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="660a2a3b-166a-4bba-a616-2692519305ef" id="2f841754-416a-41d9-a181-823cff127624"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="db023465-3ae2-4553-a935-8cdfed756b58" id="2ee1b272-c6f5-48b0-890b-8923ae4a23e8">ambition</gs></gs>, it's pandering.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kdCaSwV2lHY/VYxBUjXTM_I/AAAAAAAAPNw/_vCD5FZ3Fww/s1600/o-MUHAMMAD-ALI-FILE-PHOTO-facebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kdCaSwV2lHY/VYxBUjXTM_I/AAAAAAAAPNw/_vCD5FZ3Fww/s320/o-MUHAMMAD-ALI-FILE-PHOTO-facebook.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>An ambition is unflinching. It is not the question of 'if' but a matter of 'when'. If Muhammad&nbsp;Ali had said that - "I'll be the greatest boxer that ever lived<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="0713231c-3619-4166-bcb7-ab4c222cbe77" id="2210fb71-1c09-485b-898c-abba0e9117c3"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="a97cba2c-de87-4ac1-a306-5fdebc699242" id="0c99e134-abc2-4dae-9a20-83c66c05735f">...</gs></gs>sometime before the next decade" then he wouldn't have been The Muhammad Ali. He would've just been a Muhammad Ali. So the next time someone tells you what your ambition should be, pay no heed. For the one who knows your goals and desires is none other than yourself.<br /><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/pjsA43qH8b4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2015/06/the-absolution-of-ambition.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-90160309121753428202015-06-24T13:56:00.002+05:302015-06-24T13:58:43.630+05:30Get Inspired<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmFjkzZVBFo/VYnYOC-sDyI/AAAAAAAAPMY/h8dcYEA2kUg/s1600/Inspiration-true-writers-31646608-1280-853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmFjkzZVBFo/VYnYOC-sDyI/AAAAAAAAPMY/h8dcYEA2kUg/s320/Inspiration-true-writers-31646608-1280-853.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I have been in a kind of a slump. One reason for that is free time, it really seems like nothing sparks up the brain juice like a neat little deadline that's looming over you. If someone made a pie chart of every time I've done something&nbsp;creative and productive, the time where I had other&nbsp;more important work to do will have the largest share. Even so, I cannot blame my lethargy on a thing so inordinately silly. &nbsp;And that invites the irony, this post would not exist if I didn't have the inspiration to write it.<br /><br />Inspiration is like an epiphany, if you could simply have it every time you were in a slump and wanted some anchor to save you from drowning because that is what lack of inspiration feels like - being drowned in your own incompetence and failure, then you'd simply have it at a whim.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8VjJpoktr0E/VYncpybFkfI/AAAAAAAAPMg/slgDkkrPnFk/s1600/generate_creative_inspiration2.844vrjth2ww00sowog0wgwgg8.26qeyncemmo0w4w4sgokogcgw.th.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8VjJpoktr0E/VYncpybFkfI/AAAAAAAAPMg/slgDkkrPnFk/s320/generate_creative_inspiration2.844vrjth2ww00sowog0wgwgg8.26qeyncemmo0w4w4sgokogcgw.th.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div>A website where scholars from all walks of life come together and share their vast amounts of factually correct knowledge with the world for free sounds like a ridiculous concept by a high schooler who still believes that countries should not exist and money is a&nbsp;detriment to society. But&nbsp;<a href="https://www.wikipedia.org/" target="_blank">that website exists<span id="goog_1445203517"></span>. Right now</a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/"><span id="goog_1445203518"></span></a>. It is the sense of accomplishment that drives people to contribute and make massive amounts of information public. Inside everyone is a drive to achieve greatness. This momentous need is extremely overlooked, leading to frustrating&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="c583fc91-6221-46b1-83dd-5be4afef85d7" id="022e3366-6836-4964-aff0-d5439511fa71" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; border-radius: 2px;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="277db06a-4823-4a21-85ae-c3940fe9856b" id="8b09f648-5b0f-46d4-85da-f1c6f8cb67aa">unsatisfaction</gs></gs>&nbsp;which is often hard to explain and express.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pL64iyocaKk/VYnc5_gbMdI/AAAAAAAAPMo/fb1d32LeTSs/s1600/vEfYN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pL64iyocaKk/VYnc5_gbMdI/AAAAAAAAPMo/fb1d32LeTSs/s320/vEfYN.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>It is said that everyone is great at something, even if they haven't found it yet.<br />I disagree. Most people aren't truly great at anything at all and it isn't because they lack the caliber, but because they lack the will to apply themselves. Inspiration is simply that will&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="2fb37b04-4f86-4dac-a518-a2168f5b91b1" id="ee96b3aa-bc0e-4de5-902c-1b060a32e2eb" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; border-radius: 2px;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="a6f3e711-a0e5-4ee5-a4c5-02a3cca69d98" id="b07da493-3a32-4d88-9dca-9db657b07f1f" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; border-radius: 2px;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="69d1e9e8-a581-485d-ab56-9cb10f602c7f" id="5164d9ed-2fe8-41e5-902d-4ed166a384f9">finding</gs></gs></gs>&nbsp;a way. You feel the sudden surge of energy and a desire to apply that into something tangible. A project to look back at with the satisfaction of closure.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2G67AzwheD8/VYndIPzoIZI/AAAAAAAAPMw/CRCQkb2aq9Y/s1600/ship-in-storm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2G67AzwheD8/VYndIPzoIZI/AAAAAAAAPMw/CRCQkb2aq9Y/s320/ship-in-storm.jpg" width="263" /></a></div>All the water in the world cannot sink a ship<br /><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="95e64507-384d-46ff-a23a-43122a3b084b" id="3b0d4602-617a-4429-9876-6939dce45a3c" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; border-radius: 2px;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="e1a1fae2-d102-496d-91c1-89b4d484e302" id="1e7b2adf-cb57-42e2-a73e-04eac8a2d4d0" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; border-radius: 2px;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="3ca0fa89-eb50-4ffb-b2ce-8498ba1a3ae0" id="32500e20-74ca-4730-a436-0c5a0ff003a2" style="background-image: url(data:image/gif; border-radius: 2px;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="4bc958e1-2c3a-4001-b00c-846e61fc624d" id="8b94f824-bafc-4708-baa5-e67e0d759651">unless</gs></gs></gs></gs>&nbsp;it gets inside. All the miracles in life cannot inspire you until you look for them. This was my catharsis, a way of rediscovering what I want to write and how I want to do it. Hopefully, you can find yours very soon unless of course, you're waiting for someone to 'inspire' you.<br /><br />To find inspiration, you have to look for it. Which is also the world's most obviously frivolous advice while staying completely true and easily ignored. It will not always come to you right away, or at the time it's needed. After all, it is not a well trained dog bringing&nbsp;the stick to its master, but a wild wolf chasing the faint scent of its prey.</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/IFsXu19vwh0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2015/06/get-inspired.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-42285508624340474722015-06-01T04:18:00.000+05:302015-06-01T04:59:30.442+05:30A Fading Memory<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d89RMMsHOjk/VWuMjVU07sI/AAAAAAAAMXE/y90QfgeqRfM/s1600/highlighted_book_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d89RMMsHOjk/VWuMjVU07sI/AAAAAAAAMXE/y90QfgeqRfM/s320/highlighted_book_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>A memory is our connection to the past. It is the inexpressible bond that ties us with who we were, and who we are now. If your life is a story, memories are the highlighted passages vital to the main plot. The genre keeps changing according to the words that you choose to highlight.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WLM4b8MocNg/VWuPORkGMTI/AAAAAAAAMXQ/CM9y-CLpca4/s1600/Memory-boredinside.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WLM4b8MocNg/VWuPORkGMTI/AAAAAAAAMXQ/CM9y-CLpca4/s1600/Memory-boredinside.gif" /></a></div>It is said that whenever you revisit an old&nbsp;<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="a04fba74-2526-47e8-948e-32f914eefc23" id="8501fc27-62f2-4d86-9d3a-4c0c5d05ee31">memory</gs>, your mind alters what you felt. It can throw new light on certain aspects, and repress some others.&nbsp;<i>Maybe that relationship wasn't as flawless as you had felt it to be. Maybe that guy who pissed you off wasn't as big an asshole as you thought he was. </i><i>&nbsp;</i><br />It transforms what we once discerned as the only way to look at things. <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="428bcdc2-8285-48ef-8bc2-dabae330f403" id="42177b7e-689d-4f5d-b3e5-09d4b0212206"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="754538bc-9443-41a4-bc12-a5d360c13ff5" id="7ce363e2-8ce7-4d04-abc7-5da37ca778b7">bringing</gs></gs> a new perspective to <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="da1c4711-9a75-49a0-a8e9-cacbf7ed6f93" id="a23cd253-876f-4b14-a3c3-0227df32b9e4"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="7fe51ef4-7eca-4d0b-820e-7e6195fa56c0" id="faf77693-8acf-47f3-8350-8e09785789bf"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="428bcdc2-8285-48ef-8bc2-dabae330f403" id="d983e285-b267-4164-9025-f7aaa1094f71"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="754538bc-9443-41a4-bc12-a5d360c13ff5" id="44325c22-2ccc-41af-84af-65e770a822ff">events</gs></gs></gs></gs> that transpired in the past, and thereby changing us in the present. It can be the origin story of someone truly epic. Or the failed ambitions of a misguided human.<br /><br /><br />It can keep a friendship going by thoughts alone. Or it can make you doubt the existing ones. It can help you understand how you felt about a person even if you were oblivious and didn't realize it at the time. Fluctuating between an intense Wanderlust for the past and a kind of regret for all decisions you never made, memory shapes us in ways that are delicate and subtle and yet so definite. You can lose your sanity to one false memory, or rebuild connections that may never have existed. <br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ZxYJIK4gmk/VWuF6vWKNHI/AAAAAAAAMWY/_LaAsaShWZU/s1600/The%2Bpast%2Bis%2Ba%2Bforein%2Bcountry%2Band%2Bwere%2Bonly%2Btourists%2Bwe%2Bcant%2Bexpect%2Bto%2Bunderstand%2Bthe%2Blocals.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ZxYJIK4gmk/VWuF6vWKNHI/AAAAAAAAMWY/_LaAsaShWZU/s400/The%2Bpast%2Bis%2Ba%2Bforein%2Bcountry%2Band%2Bwere%2Bonly%2Btourists%2Bwe%2Bcant%2Bexpect%2Bto%2Bunderstand%2Bthe%2Blocals.jpg" width="516" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The past is a foreign country and you're only a tourist there. <br />You cannot hope to understand the locals, just see them for how they were.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>A memory does not need to be your own. It can be the form of nostalgia about things you never got to experience. Things that never were, or could be except in the one place where you can imagine them to be anything. Maybe Renaissance Paris was the buzz of the time, or the invention of gramophone was the best time in history. It can be a mess of overwhelming emotions, or an organized dissociated version of ourselves.<br /><br />Most of our life is forgotten instantly. And that's what makes the moments that we remember special. Even a fading memory is something that defines who we are because it draws focus on what we think is worth remembering and what is important to us.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CRUpWsBf7MA/VWuJSFP0dXI/AAAAAAAAMWs/Thce_fFCNc0/s1600/long%2Blive%2Bthe%2Bhigh%2Btide%2Band%2Blong%2Blive%2Bthe%2Blow%2Bbut%2Babove%2Ball%2Blong%2Blive%2Bthe%2Bdifference.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CRUpWsBf7MA/VWuJSFP0dXI/AAAAAAAAMWs/Thce_fFCNc0/s400/long%2Blive%2Bthe%2Bhigh%2Btide%2Band%2Blong%2Blive%2Bthe%2Blow%2Bbut%2Babove%2Ball%2Blong%2Blive%2Bthe%2Bdifference.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/EhNwKcCaqYI" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2015/06/a-fading-memory.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752526728642032075.post-43663340242257568142015-04-22T01:21:00.001+05:302015-05-24T18:45:58.289+05:30Of Getting away<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: center;"><i>We like companionship, see, but we can't stand to be around people for very long. So we go get ourselves lost, come back for a while, then get the hell out again.</i><br /></blockquote><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img5.visualizeus.com/thumbs/36/76/inspiration,lost,quote,wander-3676b0044ba4c9129bacbe52653fe20b_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img5.visualizeus.com/thumbs/36/76/inspiration,lost,quote,wander-3676b0044ba4c9129bacbe52653fe20b_h.jpg" height="203" width="320" /></a></div>Sometimes, the most relaxing moment once you enter a room flooded with people is when you leave it. Humans are social creatures. It is as inherent as our need of affection and attention. So people who don't like the idea of socializing&nbsp;don't really fall into the human paradigm and work like the cogs they're supposed to be. They are ungodly.<br />And yet they exist, walking the same Earth as you. They're the men who don't fit in<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="cf5f4623-c92e-441b-b11a-4d85cb4c874c" id="ae654e26-fd4c-4c6a-9e09-2bbea05a20cd">.&nbsp;</gs>It's not about running away, it's the getting away part that induces them to leave.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://english.blog.eazel.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/TravellingMan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://english.blog.eazel.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/TravellingMan.jpg" height="167" width="320" /></a></div><br />It's not about hatred, apathy, or ignorance that drives them away from the world. They want to experience everything, right now. It's a curse of the gypsy blood. They want the strange and the new, but what happens when the world is done with its mysteries and they're done unravelling the lotus of life.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.fiercemarriage.com/files/road-700x325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.fiercemarriage.com/files/road-700x325.jpg" height="148" width="320" /></a></div>But they get away, and they keep getting away. From people, relationships, friends, people who care and people who don't. They cut the blood supply and let the heart beat itself to death. Your <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="0e709fa2-689a-4155-ac80-71bb1549c1af" id="c5f1f217-a632-44a8-b5d3-65af2965a781"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="33c75f66-e925-453e-baa2-d5c666982673" id="d3625a6a-5ffc-4618-b4ac-e7e9d3d3ed7c">words can't</gs></gs> stop them, you can only hope that they return and nothing much is <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="0e709fa2-689a-4155-ac80-71bb1549c1af" id="ee303f17-a0d1-485d-a2e7-9fc115ad17e7"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="33c75f66-e925-453e-baa2-d5c666982673" id="9c7bf0b1-13ea-4b1c-b97e-32811794b4fb">changed</gs></gs>.<br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2013/12/22/article-2527963-1A42161500000578-114_634x411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2013/12/22/article-2527963-1A42161500000578-114_634x411.jpg" height="207" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div>But the prodigal son returns home. And the reward for all his adventures is a giant feast of friends forlorn. And this time the smile, it's ear-to-ear. But with every homecoming, they have different eyes. Glimmering with hope and adventure and experiences experienced. They can only build if they tear the walls down. And then you realize, they're no different than ordinary men.&nbsp;They live in constant conflict and contradiction.<br /><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: center;"></blockquote></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoredInside/~4/rFImKwPWrlo" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Akshat Mhttps://plus.google.com/100055277003085720341noreply@blogger.com0http://boredinside.blogspot.com/2015/04/of-getting-away.html